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Disclaimer: This post contains sexual content and strong language. Do not read if you are under 18 years old or sensitive. If you read my home page, I wrote that one of my goals for this blog was to grieve the loss of my zivug by recording all of my memories. One evening, David and I were sitting at the diningroom table, hanging out and having tea, when he rolled his head and commented that his neck was hurting him very much. I hesitated to speak. I knew what I was about to suggest could be taken the wrong way, and