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| SOUNDS LIKE CANNIBALISM Hey! I love you. I said it. Remember that time I was looking at you intently? You accused me of judging you. That wasn't it at all. I was feasting on you. Worse? Sounds like cannibalism? It was. I want to call you, but I feel so uncomfortable around you. Have other people said this to you? Is it just me? I'm aching for your conversation tonight, but I'll just hold out until the babies are asleep, and then slip into another awkward dream of melding into you as I sleep next to my beloved husband- whom I will never tell this fantasy. Sometimes I just wish for the freedom to lie next to you and sense whether we have a pull or not, instead of sensing only the necessary limitations.
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