sometimes it's hard to separate memories and daydreams

[lizmarie]

We're sitting at the corner table in a coffee shop, next to the window. It's one of those high tables with the swiveling bar stools, and we turn to face each other. The stools are close together, and my knees are between your legs. Your hand is on my thigh. I can feel the warmth of it through the denim skirt- the one with the frayed edges. It'

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[clearview]

Regarding your daydream -- I don't drink chai.

[lizmarie]

And what makes you think it's about you? Chai is icky, anyway.