She was still there. I sat and watched her, ate a Mars bar.
She didn't notice me, or she pretended not to. Or she was concentrating on her writing. I still wanted to get in bed with her, or share with her somehow. I don't know how I can, other than eating that Mars bar and waiting for her to say something JUST TO ME.
But then my phone rang and I had to leave and I'm worried that I distracted her writing. I left her a message, told her to come to this blog, if she wants.
Ana - I'll write something JUST FOR YOU.
I saw you! I love your blog! xxx
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