At the airport, Thomas couldn't help feeling that common traveler's worry that he'd forgotten something. He paused and patted himself on the chest and hips, but when this action failed to readily produce the image of the missing...thing, he moved forward into the security line, disgruntled. He checked his watch, rolled the corner of his boarding
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I want a girl like you to cover in poetry, painted lines on every lymb, circling text and one-of-a-kind forget-me-nots to be washed away by shower songs the following morning.
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