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How funny. I slept with a man last night. I touched his foot. His hands were smaller than I remembered. It was comforting. I cuddled. I like sleeping with people in large beds.
A good cuddle is a joy of life.
I can precisely remember the last time I slept with a man.
It was December of Ott Five.
(Obviously, there have been things I like that I have not been getting.)
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