She says that she wants to model only for me.
I tell her that, someday, we'll have the things we want and be somewhere really nice.
We'll be free and happy.
She says yes, we will; but she's happy now.
I tell her that I love her. She tells me that she loves me too.
She comes over and puts her arms around me, hooks her leg around mine
and gently pushes me backward and down.
She says it's been nice talking with me, but don't I have something I want her to look at?
If I'm not the luckiest guy in the solar system, I'm a reasonable facsimile thereof.
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