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We climbed to watch the moon rise. I puffed and wheezed, throat raw with infection; you, ahead, pissed on a rock. "Did you wash your hands?" I joked. In answer you wiped them firmly on my sleeve. "It's just like sweat," you said, and, seeing me roll my eyes, you did it one more time. This is how you are. Do I want it? You'll do it. Do I not want it? You'll do it twice. |
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