So I was talking to Doug and he's telling me about his boyfriend and how they cuddle and tongue-wrestle and chat and watch t.v. and all that jazz--so I remembered all the times that I did that with R. so long ago that it seems like years but I still remember the smells and the tastes and the sounds and the programs on t.v. And I remembered the one before (also R., but a different R.) and Spandau Ballet and George Michael when he was still straight and she thought he was sexy. And I remember the girl I liked in fourth grade. And all of a sudden the beauty of innocence was stripped away by the ugly reality of maturity.
But all the king's horses and all the king's men...
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