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 Lets not look into each others eyes or else well see tenderness. Its called compassion, those pangs that come once a passions past. Lets not speak of it, neither confess. Whats done is done cannot be redressed. Were not the sort to cry. We will make our bed A couple married long enough learn to make a bed. Standing on either side, they synchronize the spreading and smoothing of sheets and patchwork quilts stitched by a strangers hand. Side by side and heel to heel, a couple make a bed. They sleep in it and lie, and lie, and sleep.. Gloria Brame
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