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Sean writes this on a napkin while having brunch (two days after going home with Elijah) at Brava's, a place just across the street from the Embassy. "I can still taste you. And I know that sounds fucking ridiculous and you only hear that crap on TV, but there you go. If I close my eyes and put myself there I remember the salt on my tongue—almost, almost. My senses pick it up and I convince myself that I really do still taste it. I want to recreate it. I never want to forget. This was not a mistake." |