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"
Four
years
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
think
you
deserve
some
love
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
had
a
dream
about
you
.
I
opened
your
chest
like
a
cabinet
,
it
had
doors
,
and
when
I
opened
the
doors
I
saw
all
kinds
of
soft
things
inside
you
-
teddy
bears
,
tiny
fuzzy
animals
,
all
these
soft
,
cuddly
things
.
Then
I
had
a
dream
about
this
other
man
.
He
walked
up
to
me
and
handed
me
some
pieces
of
paper
.
He
was
a
writer
.
I
took
the
pieces
of
paper
and
looked
at
them
.
And
the
pieces
of
paper
had
cancer
.
His
writing
had
cancer
.
I
go
by
my
dreams
.
You
deserve
some
love
.
"
We
kissed
again
.
"
Listen
,
"
she
said
,
"
after
you
stick
that
thing
inside
me
,
pull
it
out
just
before
you
come
.
O
.
K
.
?
"
"
I
understand
.
"
I
climbed
on
top
of
her
.
It
was
good
.
It
was
something
happening
,
something
real
,
and
with
a
girl
20
years
younger
than
I
was
and
really
,
after
all
,
beautiful
.
I
did
about
10
strokes
-
and
came
inside
of
her
.
She
leaped
up
.
"
You
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
!
You
came
inside
of
me
!
"
"
Lydia
,
it
’
s
been
so
long
.
.
.
it
felt
so
good
.
.
.
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
.
It
sneaked
up
on
me
!
Honest
to
Christ
,
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
.
"
