I Know You Better by affable as ever
“Leave them off, sweetheart, your body’s old news to me,” he raises his glass at me, a kind of cheers or salute, I return the gesture and wriggle free of my tangled pants. I sit only in my shirt and underwear, but neither of us really cares.
and I’m conscious only of a strong wind with the hopeful smell of pine trees.
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