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He took you to meet his family. He runs with you on Sunday mornings. He drives you around the city in a car that, though he pays the bills, still carries my name. All these things he once did with me. He is suffering, darling. I left. I carved a hole, a void in his life. And desperate, he found you. Same body type, same skin, same hair. The difference is— you are older. And they say older women don’t have patience for younger boys. I hope he doesn’t give you too much trouble.
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Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
I Left a Void
He took you to meet his family. He runs with you on Sunday mornings. He drives you around the city in a car that, though he pays the bills, still carries my name. All these things he once did with me. He is suffering, darling. I left. I carved a hole, a void in his life. And desperate, he found you. Same body type, same skin, same hair. The difference is— you are older. And they say older women don’t have patience for younger boys. I hope he doesn’t give you too much trouble.
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Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
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