Nothing to say about it. Can’t describe it. Don’t even remember it except for a few moments I hardly remember. Was that me who felt those things? There was a way she shifted her body inside her body. She shifted what she was doing in there, the angle of it. What things was I talking about when I asked who felt them? This is a genuine question. Can I even think of any? Try. One was towards the beginning, during the slow part. I asked if she was going to mess with my spices again and she said no, never, and I felt she meant it, although I wondered if she would continue to mean it later, after we were done what we were doing. This wasn’t a feeling exactly.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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