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January 17, 2014
Next thing you know, a two-minute phone call snowballs into two hours, and it's even more way past my bedtime than it was when the call started. I'll get fewer than four hours of sleep, but that's okay, because tonight this is what I need: His voice in my ear, even if from hundreds of miles away, telling me he can't wait to return so I'll feel the breath behind his voice, directly in my ear as he "spoons" me, and the only thing separating us is however many molecules can fit in the black cartoon outline of our bodies.