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My intention was never to get involved with him in any way. All I wanted was to 'hit it and quit it'. Just like every other muscular conquest that I set out for myself. It's rare for me to even think twice about my actions and how they effect others around. But instead here I am with my hands trembling, my breathing getting caught in my throat and my heart beating harder than ever. There is no real explanation for any of this. I'm at a lost for words when I think of what i am becoming. Every attempt I make to figure it out leaves me to more confused than ever. I am not even sure on why I keep going at it. There is only one thing that I am sure of at the moment. And that is... It's all because of him...
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