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He came back to me.

It was wonderful.

We laughed and it wasn’t weird.  I was worried that we’d (I’d) have trouble – but it was just as it was.  He spins me upside down and I writhe and arch and unravel.

This time – I am resolved not to love him.

I hate myself for the weakness that takes him back so quickly – so fresh out of his time with B but at the same time – the lioness in me licks her paws and purrs.

He came back to me.  He came.

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