Grant Ayers

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you know, I love you,” I say. “I’ve loved you for a long time. I will devote everything to you if you’ll let me.” “Oh, sweetheart,” she says. “You’re so young. You don’t know what you’re saying.” That hurts. I feel a cold shiver all through me. “Baby,” I say, “I’m so much older than my age. I’ve seen so much—so much.” “I know you have, my darling.” We talk for a while—just saying nothing really—and then she falls asleep. She wraps herself tight around me and I can hear her snoring loud in my ear. Me, I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep. I’m lying here with my fantasy—my dream. She’s holding me ...more
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