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hopeless, endless

I liked this Japanese woman who freelanced in our office this past winter. She married another co-worker. She returned today and is staying through the summer. She came into the mailroom and hugged me when she saw me. It was the best thing I've felt in a while: her arms around me, her breasts pressed against me, her hair brushing my cheek. I wish I could feel that over and over and over. I am glad she is married--otherwise I would develop a serious preoccupation with her. And I would likely be disappointed.

Still...I thought about her all day.

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