by Ari Collins
She rolled groggily onto my chest. I couldn't remember when she'd last rested her head there consciously. I remembered the first time, and then I remembered our first kiss, and randomly I recalled her sticking her fingers up my nostrils and saying, "Regular couples aren't this close."
Her alarm rang. I pretended I'd been asleep.
Monday, March 24, 2008
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I stick my fingers up my lover's nostrils all the time. And much more. You don't know close, my friend.
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