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Stay with me. It's Saturday.
You don't have to go. It's not a work day. It's a day For love and sleeping late. Sleep long and warm and close with me. Don't leave. Don't go. Please stay with me. Snuggle close, curl round with me, Awaken me with love. Stroke me into wakefulness Until we're one again. Stay with me. It's Saturday. You don't have to go. If I beg the gods, I know they'll make it so. It can't be Tuesday. It's Saturday. We can make it so.
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