Dixie Can

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He steps into the shower and sits down beside me, propping himself against the wall under the water, suit pants wet, white business shirt clinging to his body like mine is to me, water dripping off his dark hair as he looks at me in silence.
Dixie Can
This got me. Just being there with her. Experiencing what she was.
The Last Love Note
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