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soft hand, small and boneless, covered mine, her fingers tracing soothing pat

of some light, floral perfume, not unlike Faith' s u

r. I just wanted her to come back. I had envisioned our reunion, a warm embrace, a renewed intimacy. I thought she would be so happy to see m

you trouble?" she asked, her voice laced with feigned concern. "She was really upset about the tickets, wasn't she? I mean, they were just... pieces of paper

a little time apart would make her see sense. But she was so stubborn. I thought about all our years together, the arguments, the reconcilia

e, offering an olive branc

w I don' t deserve your love, your real love. But... can I just have this memory? Just this one night?" Her body pressed against mine, soft and pliant. "I promise I w

t felt tight. I reached ou