Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write

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"I miss the sensation of your lips taking mine, and the bittersweet aftertaste of mint left in my mouth. I miss the tangle of our fingers when we danced in the candlelight that one night there was a blackout. You took over my mind and my heart, and then you left, leaving nothing behind but a sweater that smelled like home and the destruction of a whole person. How dare you do this to someone you claimed that you love?"
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