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This Uncurling

Oh when one thing ends another must begin but the idea, the thought, of having to start all over again with another is beyond words.

I hate it, this uncurling that you must do, this careful two/three-step of how much do I share, how much do I not, what side of the bed do you sleep on, do you snore, what time do you wake up, how much salt do you like on your fish, do you eat meat, do you eat at all, tea versus coffee versus scotch versus gin– all of it, all of it! these steps to intimacy are shifting and difficult and you will trip more than once and hurt more than twice and I can’t bear it, I simply cannot bear it, this idea of having to start the very bottom of those steps.

Again.

 

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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