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12-27-07|
4:31 pm
My eyes are on him, my body curled into his. He pushes my face away. "Don't look at me like that." There is some panic. "Like what," I ask. "Why?" "It scares me." truth. "It terrifies me" exaggeration. There is something I have read. "Amusedly--" I mutter, trying to recall. Delighted with her, with himself, with everything. The line went something like that. "I am looking--" "--Like you're in love." I am not in love, but I am in delight. It is all new and I am finally beginning to trust it.
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