...and to think I felt you even more laid down and vulnerable and hating your every breath that irritated, too shallow-pitched. Like my fingernails raking down your skin, you hate to have me in the room. You dragged me to the execution, but it was my ax, and my perfect little town. My face against the block, but it was your heart that failed the
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but an affair with happiness....I've had many of those.
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