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2004-07-31T04:27:00.000-07:00

Luke's Diary

(b-solo[11] fb[11] dream hs ped)

By Aaron Webster

Opening Statements

This story is part of the Schoolgirl Scandals series archived at
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These stories contain scenes of a sexual nature, involving adults,
teenagers, preteens and others.

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in no way condone acts of a sexual or violent nature towards minors. If
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The Story (223 words)

Wednesday, 12th September 2001.

Me and Anthony and Danny and Stewert was askin the boys in are class if
they wantid to see Nami Grants tits but Sally told miss Brookes and she
told us of for bein rude. Anthony kept on wispring to me about Namis tits
and my thing got hard and it was reely embrasing wen I had to go to
English.

Any way Me and Anthony and Danny and Stewert went round school at lunch
time to see wat boys wanted to look at Nami Grants tits. We got Jamie and
Gordon and Martin and Kevin and Andrew and Carl. Thats 10 all together.
So we going to give her are 50p eech tommoro.

After school then I had a shower in the bath room and I thort of Nami
Grant showing us her tits and tuching them and feeling her crack. and my
willy got all hard and I run the shower all over it and it feeled reely
good. Then I got my hand all soapy and I slided it up and down my willy
wile I thort about Namis tits and I wanted to stik my willy in her crack
and fuk her reely hard. I was just trying to think if she had red hairs on
her crack wen I spunked all over the bath.

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Dramatis Personae
Stars:

Naomi Grant Luke Richards

Guest Stars: Sian Brookes Danny Franklin Stewart Fuller Kevin Hunt Jamie
Mason Martin Oliver Anthony Nelson Sally Quirk Gordon Teal Carl Wilson
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Chapter 275

Sara was very tired. Weary, dragging. Exhausted not
only from the traveling, sleeping in a strange bed, eating
unaccustomed food, but also from the strain of dealing with
apparently avaricious and back-biting relatives, lawyers,
funeral directors, other long-lost, long-unseen siblings.
She was not her usual upbeat self. No funny faces, no
wisecracks.

And yet from the very moment she walked off the
airplane, Laura was enveloped in a warm, throbbing glow of
fierce love for her. Some of the intensity might
paradoxically have come, she knew, from her fresh guilt over
having fucked both Kendra and Shaniqua in Sara's absence.
Guilt could work that way, she knew. But she pushed that
into the back of her mind. She knew that most of the
strong, pulsating emotion she felt was simply her pure, deep
love for this woman.

She wanted to grab her and claw her with savage love
and crush her in a consuming embrace. Sara did not like to
be told too often by Laura how much Laura loved her,
especially not now, after their contretemps involving Dee
Dee, but Laura could not keep it in. When they were finally
almost alone, walking down one of the long, echoing
corridors that led to the parking garage, Sara pulling her
wheeled suitcase behind her, Laura carrying her smaller
satchel, Laura leaned close.

"I love you," she whispered. "I love you so much. I'm
just bursting with love. I thought I was going to explode
while I was waiting there for you to come out. I love you,
Sara. I love you so much."

This kind of undisciplined and gushing outburst would
usually have drawn a sharply sarcastic, though affectionate,
rebuke from Sara. Moreover, as Laura only realized halfway
into it, this love explosion of hers-and especially
considering how long it went on-really had the earmarks of a
guilty conscience all over it. But Sara turned her face to
Laura and, weary or not, seemed to melt with love herself,
right there in the hollow tunnel, smiling broadly, warmly,
adoringly. She even stopped walking for a second, her
happy, tired eyes searching Laura's face.

She shook her head, as if unable to believe it. "I
love you too, Laura. God, it's good to see you."

In the car, in the darkened parking garage, they
kissed. Sara batted Laura's hands away from her breasts.
"Not here!"

"I can't wait. I want to touch you."

But Sara remained subdued. Clearly she was bone-weary,
and she even fell asleep briefly in the car on the way home.
As they entered the downstairs door to her apartment, they
noticed lights, music, many people in the street-level
apartment below hers.

"They must be having a party," Laura said. "On a
Wednesday night?"

Sara shrugged, pulling her luggage inside the door,
lifting the wheels with Laura's help over the doorjamb.
"Some times they do it. Always ends early. Remember what I
told you? They live in San Rafael and go home on the
weekends. Maybe one of them is having a birthday or
something."

Inside the apartment, Laura was still concerned. The
noise from downstairs was loud and annoying. "It's so
loud," she said. "How're you going to be able to sleep?"

Sara, who was unzipping her suitcase on the bed in the
adjacent bedroom, looked up disarmingly at Laura, her
expression bemused and again warm and affectionate. She
stopped what she was doing and raised her arms up over her
head, stretching, yawning slowly and widely, with
accompanying groans and sensual sighs. It was such an
artless, authentic gesture that Laura wondered if she knew
how voluptuous and alluring this made her gorgeous breasts
look as they rose and jutted out through her blouse while
she stretched.

Sara grinned at Laura across the room. "After The Big
O, or maybe two Big Os, I'm going to sleep until next
Tuesday."

Laura smiled back, feeling her body suddenly come
alive. Until now she had been disciplining herself, feeling
that Sara might be too tired for fucking, though they both
obviously hungered for one another after this brief absence.
"Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

"Damn." Sara's dark brown eyes twinkled as she
playfully punched the air with her fist. "You would have to
bring that up."

Laura crossed the room to her. "I can wake you in the
morning, when I get up to go home and change," she purred
seductively, putting one arm on Sara's shoulder as a
preliminary to looping it completely around her body.

"Help me unpack and I'll think about it," Sara
whispered back, giving Laura a smoking stare, the most
nakedly sexual look Laura could ever remember seeing from
her.

It was such a hot, sexual look that Laura wanted to
attack her immediately. She wanted to shove the suitcase
off the bed and push Sara down onto it and consume her.
Instead, she swallowed and proceeded to help, and in minutes
they were finished.

The noise downstairs was undiminished, loud thumps,
gales of laughter. Having unpacked, Sara looked more tired
than ever. She was drooping, moving slowly, lethargically.

"Let me give you a back rub," Laura said.

Sara smirked at her sexily. "I think you just want my
little black kitty, you nasty thing."

Laura reached into the pocket of her shirt, where she
had carefully placed the pussy ring. "I've got something
that belongs to you," she said, mysteriously.

She held it up between her thumb and forefinger. The
silver ring sparkled in the soft light. For the first time
this evening, Sara made one of her funny faces, screwing her
lips up, and crossing her eyes.

"There it is," she said. "How did it get in your
pocket?"

"You left it in my bathroom."

Now Sara became sly. She turned away coyly. "That's
right. I did. I thought you might be less likely to fool
around while I was gone if you found it there. Just a
little reminder." She grinned over her shoulder at Laura.
"Am I clever or what?"

"Very clever." Laura concentrated on her own smile,
trying not to recall how she had blithely fucked both Kendra
and Shaniqua without discovering the ring. In fact, it had
been Shaniqua who had discovered it, not Laura. She pouted.
"What about you?" She sashayed playfully across the room
again to Sara, still holding up the ring. "I didn't have
anything to leave with you . . . to . . . to keep you . . .
faithful."

She kissed Sara's broad, shiny forehead. Sara looked
up at her very honestly. "There's no one but you, Laura."

"There's no one but you,
And there never will be,
For your love captured me
Long ago,"

Laura sang to her in a soft, reedy, whispery voice.
But then she pouted again. "I saw you with . . . someone.
I'm sorry. I was spying. You were very happy with her. It
nearly killed me."

Sara raised one eyebrow, pulling back a little, not a
dramatic pullback but only enough so that she could look
Laura directly in the face and see all of it at the same
time. "You were spying?" Then her eyes twinkled. "You saw
me with Evangelina!"

Laura nodded, looking down, feeling guilty and jealous
at the same time. Sara moved across the room to her bed and
sat down on the edge of it. She patted the place next to
her to persuade Laura to sit too. Slowly, Laura obeyed.

"Evangelina," Sara began calmly, "lives in Orlando.
That was only the second time I've seen her since we were in
college. Which was about eight years ago. She's an old
friend. Now, I'll bet you have few old friends, right? I
can't get all bent out of shape if you want to renew that
old friendship once in a while? It doesn't mean you don't
love me, right?"

Laura nodded, thinking of Dee Dee, knowing Sara was
thinking of Dee Dee too. She was saying, as a subtext, you
can screw an old friend, as long as you don't rub my face in
it. But don't screw my sister.

"I was very jealous," Laura confessed. "I . . . I'm
still kind of jealous. I thought I'd lost you forever. You
seemed so . . . happy with her."

Sara shook her head. "There's no one but you, Laura,"
she repeated softly, this time gazing with genuine love into
Laura's eyes.

" . . . and there never will be,
Any other would be
Wrong I know . . ."

Laura sang again, this time in a voice a little more
tremulous and wobbly than the first time. "Excuse me," she
interrupted herself, realizing what the words were saying.
"I just sang them . . . and I forgot what they said. It
wasn't wrong, you and her. I know I hurt you. But it sure
hurt me to see you with her."

Sara took the pussy ring from Laura's fingers. "I
thought we weren't going to talk about all that any more,"
she said, decisively. Her face broke into a devilish grin.
"Want to help me put it back on?"

Laura sniffled. She realized she had been on the verge
of crying and was glad it had not happened. "I can't think
of anything in the world I'd rather do."

In only a few seconds they had disrobed, switched off
the lights, and climbed into Sara's bed. They kissed
sweetly, then more seriously, both luxuriating in the feel
of their naked bodies pressing together. Sara interrupted
the kiss. The noise downstairs was as loud as ever. It
hammered annoyingly in Laura's ears. Sara looked intently
at her in the half-darkness, some weak light from the
streetlamps filtering through her drapes onto them.

"So," she said. "You were jealous. You were spying on
me. You know, I had a right. I was pretty angry at you."

Laura felt glum. "I thought we weren't going to talk
about it any more," she said, repeating what Sara had
earlier said.

Sara screwed up her face into a hilarious expression,
making Laura laugh involuntarily. "Okay, cuckoo brain. I
forgot. I'm sorry."

She pinched Laura's ass with one hand, forced to slide
down a little since Laura was taller than she. Laura was
tempted to squeal but felt Sara's incredible firm naked
breasts pushing into her stomach. Sara's breasts were by no
means large, but they were larger than Laura's, and the feel
of them pushing into her stomach somehow made Laura go wild
with sexual craving, so much so that she forgot even to
squeal.

She dropped her hands to them, squeezing them
fervently. "Ah ah . . . hold on, now," Sara laughed. "You
were going to put the ring back on for me."

"It can wait," Laura panted, pulling her up.

Now she kissed Sara ravenously, feverishly stroking her
naked body, biting her neck, pinching her large, soft
nipples.

"I . . . guess it can," Sara panted back, suddenly
overcome by this sweet onslaught. "Oh god, it's good to
feel you against me, Laura. You can't imagine what it was
like lying there in Mississippi without you . . . just
longing to feel this."

"I do," Laura breathed, running her lips down Sara's
neck to her shoulder, scooping up one luscious breast in the
palm of her hand. "I was longing for it too."

But before she could drop her mouth to it, Sara had
embraced her and turned Laura onto her back, sliding upward
so that she herself was on top. "Me first," she panted,
grinning. "You always get to go first."

Surprised, but thrilled, Laura merely smiled and
yielded her body completely, caressing Sara's hair and
forehead, and watching Sara's thrillingly sensual lips crawl
over her skin. Whether it was just because she was very
tired, or feeling very sensual, Sara seemed to be moving in
slow motion as she kissed Laura's naked body, exploring it
lovingly and with painstaking care, while Laura lay back
with the muffled, downstairs music pounding relentlessly in
her ears, dreamily responding, even quivering, at the touch
of these marvelous pillowy lips.

"Ohhh, I love the way you do that," Laura sighed to
her, arching her back a little and quivering, very aroused
by Sara's slow tenderness.

A soft, affectionate giggle arose from somewhere deep
in Sara's body as she held both of Laura's small, perfect
breasts in her hands. "Oh?" she teased Laura. "You like it
when I suck this one? Like this?"

"Oh! God, yes."

"How about when I suck this one?"

"Yes! God . . . yes! Don't stop!"

Sara held Laura's breasts in both her hands, moving her
incredibly sensual mouth from one nipple to the other and
back, tonguing and sucking them and pulling them with her
lips, until Laura was a moaning wreck. "Mmmmm, I'm not ever
going to stop."

And she didn't, either. She seemed intent on making
love to Laura's trembling, squirming body until dawn. After
sucking Laura's wet, throbbing nipples for another two
minutes, she slid up to kiss Laura again, while still
fondling and squeezing her breasts.

"If you don't fuck me, I'm doing to die!" Laura
groaned, grabbing Sara's face in her hands and kissing her
fiercely, jamming her tongue deep into Sara's mouth.

Still Sara was coy, flirtatious, pulling back, her eyes
smoking but her smile playful and devious. "Does this mean
you want me to lick your pretty pink pussy? Or do you want
me to 'fuck' you with one of those wonderful toys you have.
If so, I guess we'll have to get dressed and go over to your
place, since I only have my dull old vibrator here." She
crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue to Laura, but not
insolently. Instead, it was more of an invitation, a
salacious one.

Desperate, Laura reached down and grabbed Sara's wrist,
pulling up her arm, looking at her hand. "You have this,
don't you? God, if you just breathe on my pussy, I'll come!
You are killing me! I love you! I love the way you do it
to me."

Sara looked deep into Laura's eyes, not speaking for a
few seconds. The loud, hammering thunder of the music
downstairs punctuated the silence. "I want to fuck you with
my pussy," she finally said. "Like you did me."

Slowly smiling, Laura spread her thighs and held out
her arms, beckoning Sara to carry out every last detail of
her plan. Without taking her eyes from Laura's, Sara lifted
one of her legs over Laura's thigh so that she could bring
her crotch right into Laura's. They were looking straight
at each other when their wet, warm, squishy cunts mashed
together, and the electricity that flowed through their
bodies at that moment was visible to each one in the other's
eyes.

"Oh!" Laura gasped uncontrollably.

Even though she had gone through three delicious trib
sessions with Shaniqua in the past few days, this moment was
more intense than any of them because of the love involved.
Moreover, she had been the aggressor each time with
Shaniqua. And she had trib-fucked Sara several times in the
past, but this was the first time Sara had taken the
initiative on her own. Yielding her body to Sara this way
filled Laura with such intense emotion, mingled with
physical arousal, that she could bare contain her excited
moaning.

"Ahhnnnnn . . . oh god Sara oh god yes it feels so
good!" she panted, slowly gyrating her hips up into Sara's
slow fuck-motions.

She had fucked Sara this way once, with Sara flat on
her back, legs high in the air, while Laura leaned forward
over her, jamming her pussy down into Sara's, almost raping
her with violent love, and she quickly realized this was the
moment Sara had alluded to just seconds ago. Like you did
me. This way-with Laura flat on her back, Sara on top, Sara
grinding, Sara's luscious, shadowy breasts and swollen dark
nipples swaying above Laura's body, Sara's oozing, slippery
cunt lips sliding back and forth across her own, Sara's eyes
looking down, pulsing, throbbing with mesmerizing sexual
excitement. A damp strand of hair stuck at a slantwise
angle on her gleaming forehead made her appear even more
stirringly sexy to Laura, who knew that just a little of
this was going to pop her cork.

"Oh god, I'm going to come!" she half-whimpered,
shocked herself to feel it arriving this quickly.

"Not yet," Sara said, speaking with difficulty through
her panting, fucking Laura in a grinding, methodical,
deliberate way. "Not . . .yet."

"Oh yes!

"Not yet . . . Laura," Sara panted. "I'm not
finished."

Laura knew the feeling. She always wanted it to go on
and on. She wanted to prolong this rapturous fucking as
long as possible, squeezing every last ounce of pleasure out
of it, giving her partner every last twinge of excruciating
bliss that was possible too, stretching it out, pulling it
into the future, until there was no escape from the
pulverizing finish. In this case, she actually tried to
hold it off. Sometimes you could do it, you could force it
back, keep it away for a few more seconds by a sheer effort
of will.

But not this time. No way. Sara, delirious with fuck-
hunger herself, began pumping Laura more vigorously, so hard
that the bed began to shake under them. Laura had her eyes
tightly shut, exerting her will, trying not to come too
fast, trying to wait until Sara got there too, but they
fluttered open briefly. In the half light, Sara hovered
over her, grinding and mashing her wet pussy down into
Laura's, her luscious full breasts swaying more rapidly,
swirling, her face contorted in a trance of deep sexual
love, her body tense and driving with urgent lust.

The sight of her like this, and the feel of her wet,
mushy cunt lips so slick and warm-slimy with mucus against
her own, sent Laura almost immediately into a wrenching
paroxysm of hot coming. There was no way she could stop it.
The waves roiled up inside her womb and crushed her
suddenly.

"Auunggghhhh!" she groaned, paralyzed for a second,
then flipping and stretching spastically under Sara's
driving, thrusting pelvis. "Ohhngghhh! Ungnngghaiiiiii!
Auungghhh!"

She came in a blazing fury. Sara was still pumping,
panting, groaning, her hands on Laura's body, her own body
surging and striving to achieve this stupendous release too.
Suddenly, she slumped forward onto Laura, twitching and
yelping softly, her flesh shuddering everywhere Laura
grasped it.

"Ohhnnnnnn . . . ohhnnnnn . . . ohnnnnnn!" she moaned,
quivering and coming in almost a deep swoon of ecstasy, her
body pressed hard into Laura's, who held her and whimpered
with her.

Laura's orgasm was swift and crushing, then gone as
soon as it had arrived, but Sara's lasted and lasted. She
lay trembling and moaning on top of Laura, and Laura held
her, suddenly hearing again the thumping of the music
downstairs, which had been momentarily overwhelmed by their
screams. Sara was still twitching, still coming in soft,
continuous shocks, whinnying quietly against Laura's cheek.

"Oh baby . . . oh my sweet darling . . ." Laura cooed
to her, brushing the wet shank of hair from her forehead,
kissing her cheek, feeling her body clench in yet another
sharp aftershock.

Oh god, I know I can make her come again, she thought.
Gently rolling Sara over and onto her back, she slipped down
between Sara's yawning thighs, spreading Sara's swollen cunt
open with her fingers and quickly slurping it to taste the
copious nectars that her orgasm had expelled. This aroused
Sara from her orgasmic trance long enough for her to look
down at Laura.

"Ohhhhh . . . oh Laura yes!" she half-yelped, her body
arching as fresh waves of sexual heat seemed to pass through
her flesh. "Yes!"

This was enough for Laura, who realized it meant that
Sara knew she could come again too and was only waiting for
Laura to make it happen.

"Oh, I love you so much!" Laura gasped, unable to keep
her ardor within her, forced to speak it, to shout it, to
groan it.

"Do it . . . like you did to me . . . with your hand,"
Sara panted, almost delirious still with sexual craving, her
body undulating, her hands squeezing her own luscious
breasts hard.

Without even replying, but in a frantic hurry, Laura
found her purse on the chair next to the bed where she had
left it and extracted the small bottle of baby oil she
always had there. She was back on the bed before Sara even
knew she had gone, oiling her fingers, snapping the bottle
shut, then snuggling down again between Sara's spread
thighs.

Sara's small pussy was now gaping and glistening, all
shiny magenta inside with juice, her thick black outer lips
now puffier and plumper than usual, her hot core wet and
pulpy and raw, so tempting that Laura could hardly keep her
mouth from it. Sara was really wet enough for her to go
ahead even without the oil, and she had fist-fucked her this
way before, without it, but Laura wanted everything to go
smoothly and quickly. With the oil on her fingers, they
slid into the tight channel of Sara's cunt without
resistance, until Laura's whole hand was inside, completely
encased in the snug, warm, wet furrow.

She glanced up to see Sara's face gripped in a fierce,
almost stunned seizure of terrible pleasure. Her eyes were
rolling up spasmodically, jiggling in their sockets, almost
as they did in one of her funny faces, but this time
swirling uncontrollably, while rough, punctuated cawing
sounds came from her constricted throat. Then they stopped
swirling and caught Laura's gaze.

"Oh!" Sara whimpered. "Oh god . . . Laura!"

Laura, wasting no time, was gently twisting her hand
inside Sara's pussy while kissing her thighs, her heaving
belly, fucking her gently but insistently. "Oh yes, honey .
. . oh I love your sweet sweet pussy."

Sara wasted no time either. She was still plateauing
from her recent climax, and she began jamming her cunt down
on Laura's wrist, gyrating and pumping almost immediately.
Her gorgeous naked breasts swirled and jiggled as she
twisted and undulated, and Laura could not keep her free
hand from sliding up to one, grasping it, squeezing it,
scissoring Sara's large black nipple with her fingers, while
she kept up the pressure against Sara's clit with her wrist
below.

Paradoxically, though the loud music from the party
downstairs had seemed to disappear from their consciousness
the first time, it was now relentless and maniacal, a
fierce, primitive, rhythmic hammering below them that seemed
to enhance and animate their own surging, gasping rhythm as
Sara hurtled ever closer to her second Big O.

"Ohhhnn . . . ummphhggghhhh . . . oh . . . Laura!" Sara
panted, her face contorted, her body straining and arching
as she pushed her pussy down on Laura's hand. "Oh god . . .
do it harder!"

"Yes, baby, yes."

"Do it . . . hard! Ungghhhh! Oh Laura . . . oh . . .
I think-"

This was the first time in recent memory, Laura
realized, that she and Sara had not been enfolded and
enveloped in an almost mystical trance of deep emotion that
frequently accompanied fist-fucking for her, and always had
when she did it with Sara. Not that it wasn't there, in the
background, a kind of constant, throbbing, cosmic radiation
of glowing love that animated their every move. But this
time the fucking was almost a violent, though loving,
collision. Sara had come to trust Laura so much that she
now felt herself able to let out the full depth of her lust,
and she savagely pumped her pussy up and down on Laura's
wrist until she simply exploded in a hot, spewing fury of
rapturous coming.

"Aaannnggghhhh oh Jesus ungghhh auunngghiiieeeee!" she
wailed, falling backwards and thrusting up with her hips at
the same time, as if trying to make the penetration even
more severe than Laura was already making it. "Auungghhh!"

Laura could actually feel the muscles inside Sara's
pussy contracting around her fist, almost feel Sara's womb
exploding in sharp pulsating spasms as an absolutely
wrenching orgasm overwhelmed her. This time she experienced
no aftershocks. The first killing blow lasted many seconds,
but when it released her, she went slack and seemed briefly
to lose consciousness, though Laura knew that was not true
since Sara's eyelids were fluttering and her fingers
twitching.

Carefully extracting her wet hand from Sara's very
tight but slippery slit, then wiping it off on the blanket,
she slid up to her face and kissed her, again massaging
Sara's lovely breasts with her fingers, realizing that she
had not had the opportunity to suck them once this evening,
which was one of her greatest pleasures, so quickly had they
succumbed to heated fucking, and more fucking. She dropped
her mouth to them tenderly, licking one of Sara's gorgeous,
huge black nipples, then sucking it gently, but Sara
whimpered and slowly pushed Laura's mouth away.

"Ohhhhhhh . . ." she sighed. "I'm a little sensitive,
honey. Everywhere. Feels like every nerve is throbbing.
Could you wait?"

"I can never wait," Laura purred, nevertheless pulling
back, gently rubbing Sara's soft, wet nipple with her
fingertips to take away the warm spittle she had left, which
she realized might begin to feel cold now. "But I will this
once."

"You just want to kill me, that's all," Sara said,
briefly crossing her eyes in a face reminiscent of some of
her funniest ones, but this time weary and completely
destroyed by sexual pleasure.

"I just want to hold you and love you, that's all,"
Laura whispered.

She could see Sara's eyelids already growing heavy, see
her drifting toward slumber more quickly than either of them
were prepared for.

"You knocked me out," Sara murmured drowsily. "I'm . .
. fading."

"I'll wake you in time for work," Laura whispered.

Mercifully, the music downstairs had ceased. It was
getting later, and the party appeared to be breaking up.
Laura could hear people's voices on the sidewalk outside.
Sara nodded absently, almost asleep already, to Laura's
remark. Seconds later, she was out.

Laura pulled the sheet and blanket up over both of them
and kissed Sara's forehead, watching her in the faint light
from the street a long time before lying back to sleep
herself.

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