... that something precious gets tainted each time this shit starts.
Yeah. It is.
The last I remember is when he got me my life back, but now, I kinda wish he hadn't. At least when I was dead, I missed home but knew I couldn't go back.
But that care for me doesn't keep you both from sniping at each other. Neither one of you seem to realize or care that this hurts me more than it hurts either one of you.
Put a muzzle on him because I am not starting this, but I will not ignore him forever, and when I stop ignoring him, one or both of your men will not be going home with you.
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I love you. He loves you. You love us. And all of us hurt each other and none of us want to be done because it would cost us something precious.
I wish it would end, but we will hurt together or we will hurt apart. At least when we hurt together, we have moments of joy to compensate.
During the pain, though, Anita, it is so hard to remember the joy.
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Yeah. It is.
The last I remember is when he got me my life back, but now, I kinda wish he hadn't. At least when I was dead, I missed home but knew I couldn't go back.
Now, I just really wish I was there.
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I would trade him for Jean-Claude without second thought.
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Ever.
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Please don't.
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You remember my nickname, don't you?
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