...being pregnant. Something about having that massive, solid belly upon which I could rest things (plates, books, etc) was so comforting. I mean, up until the eighth month when all you want is to reach in and rip that rumbly-tumbly child out yourself.
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...having long hair. It wasn't too long ago but I miss having it hang down my back. I miss whipping it around on the dance floor during heavy metal sets at a dive bar.
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...that day. That age. That close-knit family that saw each other all the time and spent every summer and school holiday together. And that woman, especially.
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...these wittle baby fwaces!
...Dominican house parties: too much food, music busting out your eardrums, half-drunk Heineken bottles everywhere and inappropriate dancing with grabby dudes (well, maybe not that last part).
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*smooches...reminiscing on a rainy day*
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what do you miss?