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Back to Boston, no one's home
2012-02-11 - 1:49 a.m.

I didn't have my key in the lock before I lost it. I pictured the layout of the house before I entered it, and I thought of the living room. The most comfortable couch in the world, when we had the house to ourselves and I ran upstairs to get something, came back down stairs and in those 15 seconds she had undressed, completely nude and waiting. She was laughing because it wasn't sexy, it was funny, and that was the way we were.

I don't know why I thought coming back to this empty house would be a good idea. I envisioned privacy, but I am not alone here.

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