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  • He sits up and props his arm, crooked, out to the side.

    That little open spot is for me. The perfect way to call me into his arms is just by opening them.

    He leans against the wall and I lean against him.

    He's a black coffee kind of guy. But now we sit up and drink nighttime tea in bed. After a minute he laughs at how we don't actually need to say anything to talk to each other. To be on the same wavelength. And it's true. Forget the language barrier. When he says mmm, I say hmmm.

    Together we gaze at the plain white wall in my bedroom as if it's a glorious night sky. I know we're seeing the same thing. The view is unparalleled.
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