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Love Plot
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35 Love Plot She would say, Come up to my room. He’d say, Heck Yeah. She would ask, Can I make tea? I don’t drink. He’d say, I drink. Sometimes. Tea, sure. No one ever touches me, they’d both be thinking. She’d ask, Can I brush that hair? Mine used to be that black. Not sure the next maneuver, but they’d start out in the bath. He’d stand in the shower while she scrubbed his back. She’d get her shirt all wet and he’d try to unbutton it. Get stuck. Never mind, she’d say, pulling open the damp chambray. He’d say, shy, I’m so big. She’d throw her arms around his belly, laughing. Clinch is the word that best describes what happens next. Clinch, then cleave, unto each other, old-time like that. ...