I’ve known several women with the same simple name, but this morning she’s the one who came to mind. I whispered it softly – her name – just once (I wouldn’t repeat it), and you didn’t – you couldn’t – know the same name held clinging *****-blond curls, the interrupted curve of a bitten lip, the upturned twitch of a switched-on nose, a sparking flame at the center of midnight eyes. Did I make it all up, what I saw when I whispered this same name... what I saw when I whispered it, your name, just once?
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