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“I’ll come again next week,” she said. “Perhaps we’ll climb that hill behind your house”. I acquiesced. It was the simplest way. But all the time my heart was screaming; Climbing hills was not the activity I had in mind. It had been months since we had crossed the bridge Between that simple first acquaintanceship And the delightful promise of a close and intimate Affiliation for which my body hungered.
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
INTIMACY
“I’ll come again next week,” she said. “Perhaps we’ll climb that hill behind your house”. I acquiesced. It was the simplest way. But all the time my heart was screaming; Climbing hills was not the activity I had in mind. It had been months since we had crossed the bridge Between that simple first acquaintanceship And the delightful promise of a close and intimate Affiliation for which my body hungered.
joseph-sinclair
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
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