I am exceedingly soft and warm and cuddly. I have curves in all the right places, and I smell good. The sheets are clean, and the bed is always big enough. The fan is on, the temperature is a nice mid range 25 C. It's not a white christmas, but at least it's raining. Locals disdain rain during the holidays, but I reckon it's the best alternative of all our possibilities. Remember lying in a cabin, back amongst the trees, with the wind blowing through the fly screen, and the rain falling ponderously down on the tin roof?
That's one of the most romantic sounds in the world.
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I wish I could be there with you.
One day...