She had been in love with the curve of her body, with the curls of her hair and the timbre of her voice. She could have spent an eternity merrily in her embrace. They were lesbians. She loved being a lesbian. To her, it was the straight road, the right path, the God given heaven she'd been searching for. Love is that way. Love is divine.
People often thought that they were best friends. Always they took this as a high compliment, for what is a marriage but best friends who are lovers?
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