To the Editor:
The day he first saw me on Amazon, he couldn’t wait to possess me. He desired me and longed to call me his own. When the big gray truck pulled up to his summer home he ran to greet me. He couldn’t get his hands around me fast enough and pulled me from the box and ripped off my wrappings.
Throwing off his socks, he ran to wash his feet so they would be pure. No one had ever touched me before and he respected that. I was his and he was mine. We belonged together. He and I danced around the patio.
September 18, 2024
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