The two hundred and thirty-ninth thing I love about us is when I'm sitting with you and I realize that our breathing is perfectly in sync.
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Wow! Does that happen much? I've never really noticed tha-- Wait a second. We're dolls! Neither one of us breathes at all!
ReplyDeleteOf course we do. In my head ... which is the same place I hear your heartbeat when I lay my ear upon your breastbone ... and the same place I feel the rise and fall of your chest as I rest there, listening, and listening, and marveling at your existence.
DeleteOh. Well, that makes more sense, then.
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