London called.
I picked up, and it was nice to hear that old, familiar voice. At first, we didn't know what to say, but things got easier as we went along. As usual, I got out my wallet and handed over my credit card which I know will satisfy her. A mistress easily pleased.
Soon I'll be sleeping wrapped in the caress of her breath.
It won't be like it was before, the last time, or the time before, or the time before that.
Changed, ever changing. Who is more different now? I have aged considerably more, in percentage terms.
The words are caught, I'm holding them in the back of my throat, though I know I should let them go.
So here they are.
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