Emily is sitting on the bed wearing my old L.L. Bean denim shirt. It's big on me, on her it swims like a trench coat. She's eating a sandwich, peanut butter and strawberries on whole wheat. It's one of her favorites. She's snarfing like she hasn't eaten in weeks. Good sex always makes her ravenous. She says I should feel complimented by it. I totally do.
She looks so happy I have to lean over and kiss her, and the kiss tastes like Jif and berries. Flashbacks to grammar school picnics in Prospect Park, sunlight and warm grass and sandwiches wrapped in wax paper. Portable radio tuned to the WMCA Good Guys. Singing "She Loves You" with my special friend Eileen....Emily always laughs when I reminisce like this.
She pushes her glasses up on her nose, crosses her eyes and makes a funny face at me. I warn her to be careful or it might stick like that. Life's good this Saturday night.
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This is getting scary, your friends are beginning to worry. Please find some human company
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