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i asked her to wait . after i threw on some clothes - the spicy pickle t-shirt and pair of jeans i'd stripped offf before the shower - i invited her inside .
"mel ? i saiod .
" dr . gregory ."
"alan . remember ?" i offered my arms for a hug . se leaned into me . i thought gratefully .
she took a step back , nodded , kicked off her shoes , and glide across the room . she perched cross legged on the sofa right beside the pile of linens , immediately pulling the pillow to her chest ." nice."
she said , looking around .
" that 's what i hear . guy downstairs ."
she had a flck of a diamond stud impaled through the othetwise pristine skin of her left nostril . the wavy brown hair she'd had as long as i'd known her was streaked with maroon highlights in unexpected places . her wardrobe seemed to designed to feature her surprising - to me , at least : i hadn't seen carmel; in many years - curves in ways that i had no doubt would make my old friend wallace lose sleep at night .
" should i call you mel ? cara ? what works ?"
"mel . i guess ."
i sat across from her ." something to drink ?" she shook her head.
i asked her to wait . after i threw on some clothes - the spicy pickle t-shirt and pair of jeans i'd stripped offf before the shower - i invited her inside .
"mel ? i saiod .
" dr . gregory ."
"alan . remember ?" i offered my arms for a hug . se leaned into me . i thought gratefully .
she took a step back , nodded , kicked off her shoes , and glide across the room . she perched cross legged on the sofa right beside the pile of linens , immediately pulling the pillow to her chest ." nice."
she said , looking around .
" that 's what i hear . guy downstairs ."
she had a flck of a diamond stud impaled through the othetwise pristine skin of her left nostril . the wavy brown hair she'd had as long as i'd known her was streaked with maroon highlights in unexpected places . her wardrobe seemed to designed to feature her surprising - to me , at least : i hadn't seen carmel; in many years - curves in ways that i had no doubt would make my old friend wallace lose sleep at night .
" should i call you mel ? cara ? what works ?"
"mel . i guess ."
i sat across from her ." something to drink ?" she shook her head.
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