Explanation
January 27, 1984: This is really a hot summer. January is usually so unbearable in Buenos Aires that it´s chosen by many people as getaway time.
Luis soike with me just before I went home this afternoon.He said he read the letter I sent him from San Francisco. He reminded me (and possibly himself?) that he´s a priest. I told him I´ll never say I love him again, but that´s exactly how I feel.
On that we shook hands and I trembled. He´s almost never touched me, but my reaction to him when he´s anywhere near me is the same. Just like electricity.
We looked at each other and didn´t hide. A little bit of progress.
Luis soike with me just before I went home this afternoon.He said he read the letter I sent him from San Francisco. He reminded me (and possibly himself?) that he´s a priest. I told him I´ll never say I love him again, but that´s exactly how I feel.
On that we shook hands and I trembled. He´s almost never touched me, but my reaction to him when he´s anywhere near me is the same. Just like electricity.
We looked at each other and didn´t hide. A little bit of progress.
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