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| “Why have you got your eyes closed?” she asked, sitting there beside me, naked, chatting about something meaningful to her in the post-glow, conversational portion of the show. “It’s nothing personal,” I assured her, thinking I had been doing that a lot lately in similar moments with other women, other wrong women. I reached out and blindly squeezed her anonymous thigh. “I’m just resting my eyes.” |
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