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I DO really make drama everywhere I go. The night ended, of course in his house, we two, alone. Of course we had sex, and we cried, I broke a lamp, he hit me and I put up a fight. Then I cried again, and, of course, we ended up having sex. AGAIN.
God, how I hate that man.
Sex with feelings, isn't that a good thing? :)
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