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We could remain in bed. We could forget the things we’ve said.

He pressed against me as the sun rose, he rose, his hands upon my shoulders as he guided himself inside. I’m awake but I continue to pretend to be asleep.

Once he finished I open my eyes. He rolled over so I could press myself against him.

We could have remained and dreamt the day away.

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