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Cuddling Was For Great Aunts And Teddy Bears. Cuddling Gave Him Cramp.

But They Had Also Settled Into The Maddening Familiarity Of Friendship; Maddening For Her At Least.

And It Was At Moments Like This That She Had To Remind Herself That She Was In Love With Him, Or Had Once Been In Love With Him, A Long Time Ago.

I Contemplate The Idea That Maybe I'm An Alcoholic. I Get This Occassionally, The Need To Define Myself As Something-or-the-other, And At Various Times In My Life Have Wondered If I'm A Goth, A Homosexul, A Jew, A Catholic Or A Manic Depressive, Whether I Am Adopted, Or Have A Hole In My Heart, Or Possess The Ability To Move Objects With The Power Of My Mind, And Have Always, Most Regretfully, Come To The Conclusion That I'm None Of The Above. The Fact Is I'm Actually Not Anything.

I Would Never Complain About One Day Taking Off But It Made Me Painfully Self-conscious For A Long Time.