32. 12:30 a.m. - 1:00 a.m.

I wanted him to make a mess of me. I had to know him, inside me. I'd fuck it up soon enough, I knew that. Until then, I needed to be devoured. What was it to him? A few hours of his life. Too much to ask? Perhaps. But I got the impression he knew about give and take.

Not long after, we were an item. Later still, a couple. With time, we shared everything: thoughts, dreams, memories, fluids, responsibilities, space. The most difficult was space.

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