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It was a such long time ago.
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“Shh. Do you hear that?” “I don’t hear anything.” “Isn’t that the most beautiful sound?” “I still don’t hear anything.” “Look out the window. See how dense the snow is?” “Uh-huh.” “And what do you hear?” “Nothing.” “Exactly! The snow muffles the sound of the city. Isn’t that the most intense quiet you’ve ever heard?” “It is now that you’ve pointed it out.” “This is about the only time I can stand being in this god-forsaken town anymore.” “I’m cold.” “Get back under here. Better?” “A little.” “Isn’t that an amazing sensation the cold air in your lungs and the warm air under the blanket?” “Yeah, amazing. Can we close the window now?” “Okay. Can I tell you how beautiful you are?” “No.” “Then can I tell you about the promise I made to myself last year?” “What promise?” “After what’s-her-name and I broke up, I looked around at the dating pool and promised myself that I would never ever date one of those girls that are, you know, the norm around here. I convinced myself that I was a guy who only dated girls who were a cut or two above the ones who want more out of life than what this place has to offer.” “Is that so?” “And you know what happened shortly after that?” “Do tell.” “I met you.” “Really.” “Before I hypnotized myself into being the guy who gets the better girls, I would never have approached you. You were out of my league.” “Get out.” “It’s the power of positive thinking that drew me to you. And you to me.” “You’re nothing if not persuasive.” “It’s snowing again. Look up at the streetlight.” “It’s really coming down. I can’t make you drive me home in that. What are you smiling at?” “I wanted you to spend the night. See? My positive thinking made it snow.” “All you had to do was ask.” “This way makes me look more impressive.” “I envy you.” “Why?” “You always know what you want and you’re not afraid to go after it.” “I’m just too dumb to know any better.” “No you’re not. You’ve always known what you wanted to be when you grew up. I’m in my second year of college and I haven’t a fucking clue what to do with my life.” “So what’s worse not knowing what you want at all, or knowing exactly what you want and not being able to attain it?” “They suck equally. It just depends on which one you’ve got.” “You’re pretty smart for a girl with such perfect breasts.” “They’re not quite perfect.” “They look pretty darn perfect to me.” “They’re missing something.” “What?” “Your hands.” “I’m sorry about the other night. I guess I spoiled our New Year’s.” “I forgive you. Keep kissing me.” “I was just a little freaked out. You’ve got to admit it was a little weird making out while she was lying right next to us.” “You could have woken her up.” “Yeah? You think she’d like some of what I got?” “No, I think she’d like some of what I’ve got.” “Now look what you’ve done.” “God, you’re easy. That’s why I love you.” “Ow! It doesn’t bend when it’s in this state, you know.” “Sorry. Is this better?” “Much. Can I ask you something?” “Does it involve making love to me?” “Yes. How are we ever going to tell her about us?”
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