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  • Something about the scent of his skin made me pull him back into bed again and again. It was a fleeting romance, but one that altered my life in such a way it will be hard to forget for sure. I got drunk on his love, made a happy fool out of myself, wrecked my fragile little world to follow him, or him me, whichever way it went.
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