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i barely made it up the steps. threw up all over my bedroom floor. my eyes closed and i had a dream:
we walked to the truck and phil was unloading a couch. he put the couch in a parking spot and sat down. i'd never met phil. i knew you hadn't either. i opened the door for you and you opened the door for me. you slid real close and squashed my hand between your leg and mine. usually i would get nervous and just leave it there, but i put my arm around you instead and you moved even closer. sure felt good.
it's possible to cure yourself with fantasy.
we walked to the truck and phil was unloading a couch. he put the couch in a parking spot and sat down. i'd never met phil. i knew you hadn't either. i opened the door for you and you opened the door for me. you slid real close and squashed my hand between your leg and mine. usually i would get nervous and just leave it there, but i put my arm around you instead and you moved even closer. sure felt good.
it's possible to cure yourself with fantasy.