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June 17, 2010
He was part of her now. Jesse. Jesse and his gleaming sax. She rolled the words around in her mouth, tried them on her tongue. He was there now, behind her eyes, sitting on the doorstep of her mind, grinning that slow, sweet smile of his, cigarette end just visible between his lips, golden hair hanging over his face. He smiled when he saw her, half nodded, played a loving tune. She would jig a little when she heard it, smile at him.
And in the night he sat in her dreams, watching and waiting, right beside her.