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	<title>Undies</title>
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		&quot;I miss you something horrible,&quot; I said.  &quot;Being away from you is so bad I keep wanting to send you naked pictures.&quot;
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&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I will take naked pictures from you happily,&quot; you said.
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&lt;br /&gt;And because my whole body was throbbing to make you happy, I ended up an hour later with a camera aiming at my crotch, heart trembling.
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	<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2012 14:49 -0500</pubDate>
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	<title>Superpower!</title>
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		After cuddling our way through lunch and getting progressively drunker, we stumbled across a lady dressed like a dinosaur.  She was selling superhero capes.  Naturally, I gave her all my money and she put a red cape on my shoulders.  &quot;You get to decide what sort of super power you have,&quot; the dinosaur lady said.
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&lt;br /&gt;With the red cape billowing behind me, we biked through the streets our hearts racing each other until we reached the Island ferry.  We were happy.  You are beautiful when you smile, and you smile at me all the time.  As the ferry pulled towards the landing dock on the island, a crowd of people gathered on the shore.  My cape fluttered in the wind and I put one hand on my hips, the other around your shoulders.  We were nearly the only people on the ferry -- it was all surreal and dramatic.  It felt everyone was there to see us.
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&lt;br /&gt;The crowd split in half as the ferry landed to make way for us.  We pushed forward into the middle of the crowd.  &quot;Sir, please allow me to shake your hand,&quot; a fellow on the shore said.  &quot;Your cape is fantastic.&quot;
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&lt;br /&gt;And then we were free.  On the beach we stripped free of our clothes.  We ran all over the island wearing nothing but smiles and that crazy, billowing red cape.
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&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You have such a gorgeous ass,&quot; you said.
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&lt;br /&gt;I still don&#039;t know what my superpower is, but I suspect it&#039;s whatever made you fall in love with me.
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&lt;br /&gt;(S. took this picture)
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	<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 19:39 -0500</pubDate>
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