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| It is as apparent as the sun in my eyes that you and I, my sweetest desire, have been set exactly side by side, thread upon groove, kink matching kink, twined in Slinky synchronicity. Yet this astral intimacy is mocked by the distance between us, measured not only in circumstantial separation, but in actual miles, hundreds of them. I declare here that by all divine rights there should be but one span between us, naught but the inches I slide inside you, and that stretch I will thunder across ultimately, my dear, again and again, until I make up for every mile in that cross-country divide. |
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