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"at first i just wanted you to fuck me." he blows into his hands to create warmth between his fingers. "but then i got greedy and i wanted you to love me." he looks up at me but i don't look at him, i keep my eyes on the ground. and no, nothing good came come from that. nothing good can come from love. i've learned that first hand. my parents used to adore each other. couldn't keep their selfish hands off of one another. then it turned into glass breaking against walls and slamming doors. so no. i wont let him. i wont let him ruin what we got going for us.

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