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| Patti was even crazier the second time I dated her, still, it was good to revisit my old humping grounds. She’d phone me up six times in a single hour to alternately tell me how amazingly wonderful I was, then what a rotten turd was I. But besides the aggravation, she presented me with a treasure: a faint self-portrait titled for her age when sketched during our first affair, and depicting my second-sweetest memory of her, how she always rocked herself to sleep belly down upon one pleasingly placed hand.. I had first taken that action personally as a sign of my unfinished work, but she assured me she did that every night, and had done so since childhood. I accepted that pre-snooze ritual, but sometimes her little bed bouncing kept me awake, and I’d feel obliged to shove it into her from behind and push us both off into the stillness of slumber. |