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what the rain has done to me

She wasn't at work Friday. I let myself into her office and left some of her favorite magazines on her chair.

I thought about her tonight as I was walking back from Amoeba. It was raining hard--and I enjoyed it immensely! And I wished that I was headed for her apartment rather than secret motel. I'd like to spend an evening playing records for her (though I don't think she owns a turntable) and eating Indian take-out and drinking wine, then later sitting with her in a tub of warm water, rubbing her back and kissing her shoulders.

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