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     - You will not leave anywhere. I will not let you. All your excuses are twaddle. It’s possible to invent tons of problems for yourself and then successfully keep overcoming them. I will not let you go. I’ll lie down on your lap, you’ll put your hand over my forehead, we will be looking into each other’s eyes, and I will be talking nonstop. About what? About you. About how I love you. How it instantly becomes brighter when you are next to me. About your big blue eyes. About your gentle hair – I love so much when it gets into my mouth, my nose, – all in all, when you hair is around me, and I am in it. About how soft and nice is to lie on your knees. Stop! I did not say that you are fat. It is just simply soft to lie on your knees. And what was I supposed to say – it is hard as if on a board? There is no need to insult me! Now stop, please – it is so good here… Ouch! Why did you drop me? 

     A hurried click-clack of heels on a hardwood floor, then resolute grasp of a doorknob with a hand, a haughty turn of a head, a venomous gleam of blue eyes, and BAAAANG!!! – the slammed door. She left. She’ll come back. … No, not likely… Oh, whatever. Where is my pillow? It is not any worse than your scraggy knees!!!! I would say it is even better. No, positively very good…

04-09-96 10:56pm