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Sunday, Nov. 28, 2010
3:22 p.m.
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I curled myself into his neck, giggling, and felt his skin tighten next to mine.

"You're making the heroic face, aren't you?"

I felt him smile.

"Yes, I am."
"I like that I can tell when you're making the heroic face even when I can't actually see you."
"And they wonder why I say you're the perfect woman for me."

Pause.

"No, actually," he corrected himself, "They don't wonder that."

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