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December 5, 2008
The Warm Bed and the Bugle Salesman

I climb into bed and her side of it is still warm. I slide over to her side and feel the warmth. I can smell her hair on the pillow under my hair.

It's been ten years since a bugle salesman took her away from me. Every night since then - over three thousand six hundred all told - I've climbed into bed and her side of it has been still warm. Every night I've slid over to her side and felt the warmth, smelling her hair on the pillow under my hair.