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There was sweat running down the front of my chest and dripping on to the ground as I sat crouched naked in bed lighting a cigarette and extending my arms so that my ribs stuck out to turn on the radio so I could hear some sort of music that may capture or heighten my just now experience. As I reach for the button that reads "on", a little drop of sweat trickles down my nose and I notice that I have left a wet finger print on the red knob that is so easy to find in the dark. The cigarette after sitting tilted and hanging in my mouth for a few seconds has begun to show the perspiration that has collected on the corners of my lips and now I can feel the warm hand of her sliding down my back and reaching for the towel on the floor to dry me off as she rests her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes hoping I would turn off the music and simply come back to bed.
