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This evening, I have the desire for a long-winded phone conversation. My day is filled with person to person interaction and the nuances have long since faded.

I want to talk on the phone like I'm 16 years old, enraptured in the tone and texture of your voice. I want to listen to you form words and I want to purr for you. I want you to make me drip when I just focus on the sound of your voice.

I've worn out those channels and I miss it. It's too bad I can't have voice comments on my page.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Monday, April 23, 2007.

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