Oh darling, I am so sorry I didn't see you off.
I wanted so much to see you happy and glad, you would have been, because you improvised the script and everyone thought you were funny then. You are funny, and clever, and beautiful. I would have told you. Now you are skiing. I hope you're happy.
I don't want you to go to a doctor. I want you to tell someone all about it, and then to make it better for yourself.
I'd like to fall with you into a tangle of limbs and soft caresses. Cliche. I just want to make you feel so, so good.
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