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Date: 2004-07-11 12:30 pm (UTC)
Clay understands what Ranuccio is saying. He doesn't like it. But he understands.

He looks thoughtful.

I like the way she smells when she is asleep. That she'll dance around in the rain until she's soaked, laughing.

He pauses.

I like that she loves deeply. Strongly. Sometimes I wish she didn't. But if she didn't she wouldn't be her.
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