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...and then she sidles in the door and slinks up to me and my body has already given up the fight, relaxing, capitulating beneath familiarity and warmth and mad thoughts rush through my head stupid breakup lines - get out of my house although this one would be I'll get out of your house which has little impact, and it is strange, learning all her rhythms and moods, making middle ground between us and sowing it with a little time, only a little, always only a little but I simply cannot do it. It's impossible. I am a freaking wuss. If it weren't for the fact my plane is booked in two weeks, who knows if I'd ever escape her embrace.