How to play strip cribbage12/21/2023 I think I forget we’re in our swimming things too. There’s a point where two people talk so intensely they don’t realize how long the conversation has taken, and we were there two hours ago. You’re still here as well, so you must have noticed something going on. We’ve been talking so long I haven’t noticed the time for an hour, or that my drink is empty, or that everyone else has left, and gone to the pub or something, and just left us there on our own. We’re both in bikinis, and sitting and talking with our feet still in the water, and we’ve been talking so long our hair and clothes have dried. We’re sitting beside the pool, you and me. The air is soft and still, the cicadas are loud, and the water in the pool smells cold and wet and earthy. It is a hot afternoon in the middle of summer. Oh yeah, weird-shit first-person like I don't normally do except for Emma's stuff. It was an insomnia one, and I don't know it's quite as polished as I really want it to be, but you get the idea. It's more fun and silly, rather than unspeakably intense. So I meant this to be one of Emma’s stories in Love Letters, but it doesn’t seem right for that.
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