You've been laying curled up on my bed for the past God knows how long, and, even though I'm in the middle of something, I feel kinda bad. I miss you, even though you're right there. I miss the feeling of you in my arms. So, against all my better instincts, I sigh. Come here, dolce metà I murmur. You approach me, still with that exaggeratedly forlorn look on your face, and my mouth twitches. Then I pick you up and place you on my lap, and calmly continue with my work. Better?
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