It was a library. It was a room full of books, it was a tribute to the
glint in his eyes and the flesh of his stomach. The almost-brown of his
hair. The sea green of his eyes and the gray of his fingertips. It was a
volume of books in alphabetical order and they all wrote his smile in
my mouth. They all wrote his name.
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