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I do not see the sense of loving once or being disposable. If I kiss, I want to kiss the same lips each day, every night, and these lips share a shared delight. If my hands will
hug or touch, I want to touch the same hands where each fold is familiar to me and wake up warmth and strength. If I share my bed, I do not want the heat to cool, but to go to bed with someone who knows where I'm going to fall asleep. If I will love, I want it to be one time and it is forever.
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