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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

whites and grays and soft, soft sheets.

I'm curled up against his side. My nose is pressed against his clean white shirt and the world around us is full of whites and grays and soft, soft sheets.

"I think we're both too broken inside to really take care of each other." I can feel his words against my cheek.

"Do you really think so?"

The only response I get is the tightening of his arms around me.


And then it fades to white.

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