i tell
her
getting into my pajamas.
she laughs.
what are you ten?
i'm going to bed.
no,
come on.
it's only two in the morning
let's play
one more
game of chess,
or scrabble or twister.
i can make us smores and hot
chocolate.
you're killing me, she
says.
killing me. okay,
let's stay up,
but in the morning, don't
try to wake me
i'll be too tired to even think
about sex.
i pause and look at her,
then say, okay.
you win,
let's just go to bed instead.
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