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five six
five six to your six two.
one twenty to your... i forget. what was it? two something.

out of sync with my one twenty.

we made it work though, somehow.

somehow, my one twenty fits fine between your six two worth of arms.
two something is just right for cradling a sleepy one twenty in a crowded, smoke filled room.
five six is more than enough for your head to rest on my shoulders.

who would've thought?