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| Patti was even crazier the second time I dated her, still, it was good to revisit my old humping grounds. She�d phone me up six times in a single hour to alternately tell me how amazingly wonderful I was, then what a rotten turd was I. But besides the aggravation, she presented me with a treasure: a faint self-portrait titled for her age when sketched during our first affair, and depicting my second-sweetest memory of her, how she always rocked herself to sleep belly down upon one pleasingly placed hand.. I had first taken that action personally as a sign of my unfinished work, but she assured me she did that every night, and had done so since childhood. I accepted that pre-snooze ritual, but sometimes her little bed bouncing kept me awake, and I�d feel obliged to shove it into her from behind and push us both off into the stillness of slumber. |