there we sit in my bed hands inter locked. I can't talk right now, it's like she's holding my voice box in between our in laced finger tips. and before I know it she is making her fingers Dane against my skin. I don't know what she's trying to say she talks to fast when she gets excite. no I don't no word for word what is being written on my arm with her hands but I do know the excitement dance from cheek to cheek. I see the amazement twinkel in her eyes and I'm falling for her all over again. Im learning the story's her dancing fingers can write word by word I'm trying I really am but she has so many years on me. my fingers will never be quite as delicate as hers. I have seen this girl go through more then most have by 40 and we haven't ever reached 20. she is a soldier and some and despite that sometimes when she's laying in my bed in nothing but a oversized shirt I see a fragile little pipe bomb. and then she starts waveing her hands around and I realize that I don't know where we are going but that when I get there I will be gald I took the road trip
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