First there's the gentle whir, often only imagined...A flight from Honolulu into Oakland, little more than six years ago. They asked us to play cards and later the younger one kissed me as we descended, chaste lips tightly closed even in the face of her own action and my pursuant passion. She wrote her phone number and email carefully in my
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so when are you coming back?
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