I wish I was at Clinton War right now, in the dusty summer night air, wading through knee high testoserone.

I wish I was at Clinton, because at Clinton there's always someone to give me a hug.

Someone big and warm with a cloak that could wrap all around me.

I wish I had a key to Mike's apartment, because if I did, I'd go down there right now, softly, and crawl into bed with him.

I wish, I wish.

He'd like it, too. He would like it if I showed up in his bed one night. But I think that's a given.

I want to be cuddled.

Which is weird. Because I've never wanted to be cuddled before.

I just want to be held.

I want a hug from that nice big man who offered to rescue me and escort me to my tent at Clinton because Angus was drunk and rowdy.

I want to hug Andreas, because he always seems so sad.

I want a hug from Seagurt, who fought for me so very well.

I want to crawl into bed with my lord, Cedric the Lucky, as his lady...

...Marie (the Baguettes)...

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Rosie.

...(why do I always get stuck with the weird nicknames, huh?)...

...(I should have gone dancing with that construction worker in the Great Kilt, but I got distracted)...

...(Earth Girls Are Easy was a good movie)...

...(Man, I gotta go pee)...

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