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Sunday, Sept. 09, 2001 - 4:24 a.m. Such a nightI can't move. My legs ache, my thighs feeling as if I've run a mile or six. My arms as if I've lifted heavy things all day. I'm exhausted, tired and worn from a wonderful night, a night I dreaded simply because I knew I couldn't spend the entire time at Uncle Chic's for Jess's bon voyage party. But work wasn't so bad, and I made it to Ichabod's by midnight, in time for 90 minutes' worth of drinks and shots and the wonderful drunken pleasure of being with Casey. Her arms around my neck and a firm kiss to greet me, a warm hug and repeated caresses as the night went on. And the intense feeling of being together, of loving one another so much and the extended pleasure it brings. "Babylon" played and we stood there close, holding hands tightly, fingers interlocked, and it all was so good.
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