The Women In The Chair

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'Go away!' I screamed to the women in the chair.
'I can't, and you know that Lucas.' She replied softly
I screamed even louder, I hate her but I know if she leaves, I wouldn't be able to live, she's like my drug. I look up at her, she looks so perfect, just sat there with the fire glowing on her beautiful face defining her cheekbones.
God, I'm in love.

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