I knew her when. The blinds were drawn, but the windows were open against the heat.
We could hear the chat of neighbors, not six feet away, out on their deck; starting the grill, calling the children to order, as they played in the street.
We too were quiet: Except for our gasps, and our laughter: the slap slap slap of our flesh: and faint squelching.
Then, I could pray, and I prayed every night: "Please, take care of Lan."
I got lucky, and she came in my bed.
She'd be thirty-four now. Her son would be six.
When I'm sixty, I'll call her.
mother i'd like to find. politely put by acronym finder, as i'm not up-to-date on my pop culture. i've never been able to pray, but i hope that lan and her boy are well all the same.
As for the acronym expansion -- you could be right, at that.
I mean you hadn't posted in a while is all.
Not me, John. Acronym finder is the polite one. Perhaps we're both right, at that. And Murphy - perhaps you meant 'jiggling'?
Thanks for sharing that John.
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