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I am the figurative bad-guy here, the ice-cold heartbreaker.

And then you found out that all this paranoia proved to be true.

I lay there awake for close to an hour, and eventually she awoke in my arms. We got out of bed suddenly, the moment had ended. We realized we were strangers.

You haven’t left him yet because you’re afraid.

I meant for it to happen. I don’t regret it. We plan on doing it again.

I live for bedtime. During these few blissful hours of intermittent unconsciousness and insomnia, we touch.

Girls are set to be pretty traps, sexy as they smoke a cigarette and sip in their beer, while wearing a cute little dress, and classy heels — all alone at the bar. We are set up for temptation.