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Doberman with a pink bow 🎀
“It’s like watching a Doberman with a pink bow”, she said. I nodded with my usual “ummhmm”. How does she even think of something like that? I’m reminded, she’s a woman. She’s sensitive, she’s feminine, she’s godly even —but most importantly— a woman. What else do I want?—I ask my greedy soul every night before
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Relief
“I love it when you talk about work stuff.”, she said. I felt relieved, after I blabbered about those intense 15 minutes I was trying to satisfy that itch in my brain. She’s relief. The kind of relief I felt in the dream when I saw the light in the room was on when I
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Wind
“I like the….”, she started saying something else. I was confused, after a lot of context-switching I could finally get her to say what she likes. “I like the wind, with your hand in mine.” I like the wind too. Specially the wind when we were sitting outside in the balcony, drinking, fighting, not knowing
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Poker
“Say it again!”, she said. I repeated— “Poker”. She smiled. I didn’t get it. I remember their faces when he hit that six on the last ball. I remember being numb. I made 7 figures in 10 minutes. I was a degenerate gambler, I still am. They were confused seeing me like that. They figured I
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Beauty
“How do these look?” , she said. “They look good”, I smiled, looking at the jhumkas in her hands. What’s beauty? Beauty is that cheerful indecisiveness on her face when she holds those earrings asking me which one is better. What’s beauty? Beauty is those excruciatingly beautiful few minutes while I have to wait when