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Post by Nicole on Aug 21, 2005 8:17:23 GMT -5
I lay length wise along the bed, fully clothed next to him. I was having a casual conversation with him trying to figure out what we were going to do about our relationship.
The converstation started out normal, and we talked for a moment. Then he looked up at me and started speaking with an accent, trying to be like him. Trying to change himself. Then he asked me to sleep with him. I wouldn't. I know who it really was. It was not D. I could not sleep with him. A tear rolled down my cheek slowly and I sighed. Then I got up, and turned around clicking the door behind me.
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