N came out to the kitchen, which I was cleaning, (though for truth-in-narrative's sake, at that very moment, I making bread crumbs out of three day old bread that we'd left out over the weekend), and wrapped his arms around me. He stood there behind me while I held the top of the food processor down.
"What's up?" I asked, between pulses, hoping for, perhaps, random professions of love.
"I'm cold," he said. "I need to warm up."
"Really? You could turn the heat up, you know."
"Yeah, but you're free."
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this isn't really a comment about this post, although it's fairly amazing. it's about your list of considering books - i have the rainbow, if you want it. unless you already borrowed it from me and i'm just delusional and that's why it's on your list.
anyway. have fun in england. i suddenly have lost all power to chitchat and so i've come home. i feel strangely alone and lost.
love you.
b
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