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Distracted
She looks distracted. Fuck, who am I kidding – she looks scared. My arms are on both sides of her shoulders and as I look down at her she is looking everywhere but directly at me. I whisper her name as quietly as I can and she makes eye contact…. Tonight has been an experience already. We’ve been kicking this happening around for more than a year now and we’re both expecting it. I wouldn’t use the word ‘planned’ but the doubt has faded away through hours of conversation and occasional...