I want love, but I want old people love. The kind where you're sure of what you're going to get; where you know how your elbows fit together; where your hands have favorite places to be. I want to stare across a room, well aware of each other's worst, still softly crazy in love. I want to have worn out sheets together and know each other's medical
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