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Many years had passed. I grew old without you.

I’m staring at the cross-beams in the ceiling and your mouth tastes like fresh strawberries. You’re pulling my face toward yours a little too roughly, and I’m certain your advances mean nothing but drunken desire. I cannot find it in myself to care either way.

So it goes.

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