(michellek) wrote in saminbrief,

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All This Time. Sam/Donna.

Donna says his name like the letters themselves are revelations to her, stretched out and brightened by her smile. "It's been so long."

"Too long." He hugs her. She still smells like peaches and cinnamon; still looks like something out of a dream. It's strange seeing her after so long, now that she's gone from one of his closest friends -- and sometime lover -- to a woman he often forgets to send a Christmas card to.

"Well, we have to promise to make more time for each other."

He smiles and nods, though he doesn't believe her.

He wishes he could.
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