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-Remember when you were young, and you'd be so excited about someone you'd look for any opportunity to sneak off into the dark corner of some public place just to be near the them? Just to feel some part of their body pressed against yours? Their arms around you. Their lips warm and soft on yours. That seems like something people lose as they get older that we should not lose. I think we all still feel like that inside, but the world around us no longer lets us do that maybe. Whatever the case, I still feel that way about you. I always have. Just yesterday I wanted to sneak off with you to some dark corner of the Maritime museum. I didn't though. I pretend that life gets in the way, but it doesn't, does it? I'm just lazy. Or maybe out of shape for doing that sort of thing. Maybe that is a skill that must be practiced. And maybe our bodies aren't what they used to be, maybe no one wants to sneak off into the darkness with me and I am naive to think you still might. But we're here. We're still in these bodies, maybe we ought to use them to sneak into some dark corner.