We're lying in bed together, me and him. We're drunk, horrendously drunk, but sober enough to talk to one another. He holds me close and kisses me. We act accordingly for a while, holding each other, clumsily kissing one another.
"I have a boyfriend," I tell him, as though he does not know.
"I know," he responds, holding me closer.
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