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He wraps his arms around me and inhales my scent greedily, like I am fresh meat for him to consume. I try to push him away but it’s like trying to push a stalled bulldozer off the street with my bare hands.
“I don’t want you here,” I tell him bitterly. “Things are always fine until you show up.”
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Theresa
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