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“
Yes
,
”
I
breathe
sleepily
.
“
You
should
be
in
silks
and
satins
,
you
beautiful
girl
.
I
’
ll
take
you
shopping
.
”
“
I
like
my
sweats
,
”
I
murmur
,
trying
and
failing
to
sound
irritated
.
He
kisses
my
head
again
.
“
We
’
ll
see
,
”
he
says
.
We
lie
for
a
few
more
minutes
,
hours
,
who
knows
,
and
I
think
I
doze
.
“
I
have
to
go
,
”
he
says
,
and
leaning
down
,
he
kisses
my
forehead
gently
.
“
Are
you
okay
?
”
His
voice
is
soft
.
I
think
about
his
question
.
My
backside
is
sore
.
Well
,
glowing
now
,
and
amazingly
I
feel
,
apart
from
exhausted
,
radiant
.
The
realization
is
humbling
,
unexpected
.
I
don
’
t
understand
.
“
I
’
m
okay
,
”
I
whisper
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
say
more
than
that
.
He
rises
.
