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I saw her this afternoon. She was on her way to some appointment. I was wandering around after work. We sat on a bench and smoked. She wasn’t feeling well, but she still looked gorgeous. I brushed her blonde hair over her shoulder. I wanted to touch her face, but I didn’t want to cross a boundary. She has a boyfriend. We can only be friends. I accept that. I still want to know her.
But she lures me. She lures me with her eyes. I don’t understand it. I just want her so much. I had to leave. She had her meeting. I wanted to kiss her good bye. I can’t. I can’t. I couldn’t it. I asked if I could kiss her forehead. Yes. Her face lit up. I did it. It was a small but beautiful moment. And now I miss her.
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I would love to kiss you
The price of kissing is your life
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting
What a bargain! Let’s buy it!
~Rumi
End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousandsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
–Finnegans Wake, 628.13 to 3.3
Hey, James Joyce, what the HELL are you talkin’ about? Hooligans? Roughians? Speak English!
I think Tom is looking to do a lot more than just kiss this girl Dawn, Prof Biva. I think Tommy has a Hardie in his shorts.
hahahaha
Fuck off. I’m an old man. I amuse myself a lot.