she bit my shoulder so i bit hers back hard and she said ow fuck you and i said you bit me first 'yeah but mine was out of love your bite was out of revenge' and i said really they're pretty much the same feeling, mostly when it comes down to it she understood said, 'yeah, i guess, mostly' and it made me smile big enough so that i'm sure the wrinkles beside my eyes got deeper smile, because i want to be loved by someone who would wash my corpse when i die but not just wash it that's not special i've got lots of friends in love like that i want to be loved by someone who would drink the water after after bathing my corpse in it (as i would drink the water i bathed my love's corpse in) as though it were holy and it would be as holy as the love
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