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'What?' she snapped testily as she held the cigarette between her fingers, close to her lips, and inhaled deeply. She then exhaled and a trail of smoke curled around her, forming random shapes before deciding to disappear altogether. He just stared at her while she bent her pretty head with furrowed brows, pretending to examine her perfectly manicured fingernails.
You were meant to end here. For the time being, at least. I know this is a bitter pill to swallow, but it's good practice, too. Most romances have natural endpoints, and if you get into the habit of kicking and screaming and dragging dead horses along for miles, you're in danger of souring memories that might otherwise be sweet.
If you have it in you to screw someone and then kick her out the door as soon as you're done, then go ahead, be my guest. But if you can't do that, and if you can't stop thinking about it all the time either, just do me one favor - Please, please stop hurting yourself.
What a lasting impression.
You were meant to end here. For the time being, at least. I know this is a bitter pill to swallow, but it's good practice, too. Most romances have natural endpoints, and if you get into the habit of kicking and screaming and dragging dead horses along for miles, you're in danger of souring memories that might otherwise be sweet.
If you have it in you to screw someone and then kick her out the door as soon as you're done, then go ahead, be my guest. But if you can't do that, and if you can't stop thinking about it all the time either, just do me one favor - Please, please stop hurting yourself.
What a lasting impression.