Saturday, March 26, 2011

Dear You,

When we're together, I intend to put my feet up on you, and leave it there. I dont want massages or shit, but my feet are going to reside in your lap. This is non-negotiable and is just a piece of information I'd like to relay to you. We're also going to have lots of those quick moments where we're going to read books together. So I'm not talking to you, you're not talking to me, but we're both there, with each other, yet we're not. Because we've been transposed to different places and times, thanks to the books we're reading. I'm going out on a very unlikely third limb here and assuming that you're going to read, and preferably not from an iPad. So yes, that's the basic scenario. Fun fun fun!
Lou,
A.

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