I had a dream the other night that I was flirting with some curly-haired brunette girl in a maroon sweater, and finally just put my arm around her waist and we walked around town for a while like we were joined at the hip, all clumsy as hell teenager-style. And it felt just as incredible as that did back in the teenage days, no big sexual whatever, or wondering where it was going to go, or self-conscious wariness. Just this overwhelming shit-eating-grin yay-we-like-each-other glow that makes your pores tingle.
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