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14 Things I'm Craving

14. A Hot Shower: After lugging home groceries, new shoes (Weitzmans) and dry cleaning, a hot shower will be paradise. The more suds, the better it will be.

13. A Foot Massage: From His hands.

12. World Peace: Or for my yogurt to never go bad.

11. My Old Cassettes: I've outgrown Crowded House, but hearing "Don't Dream It's Over" would thrust me back in my teen bedroom, dreaming it's not over. It felt good to dream back then.

10. A Walk on the Beach: Where mosquitoes will run from my repellent, and the humidity will make my hair its bitch.

9. Dark, Ripe Cherries: I'd like to pop a huge bowl in the freezer for ten minutes and then go nuts.

8. Conversations with Jan: Because he never lets me talk.

7. Fall: The smoky air, fallen leaves, and apples.

6. Michael's Scent: A combination of male, Head & Shoulders, and applesauce.

5. Meatloaf Sandwiches: With gravy and buttery mashed potatoes smeared on the bun.

4. His View of the City: Lights, crime, and love happens below the view.

3. Lemon Berry Swirl Sherbet: In a brandy snifter.

2. My Bed: With its clean sheets and crisp pillowcases, smelling of lavender and cream.

1. Him: Enough said.

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