My tongue will loll out. I'll moan and writhe and after a couple of minutes, shrug to my sweetheart. The gods of home improvement fixation just don't seem to be interested. Then, I look past her to the television screen. Frustrated, she shakes me one more time for good measure, then walks away backward, her fingers forming a crucifix.
Fixation is a gift, and nothing that can be forced.
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