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Jun 2013
He said, "These rooms are rarely vacant but so often they are empty. Darling, you can stay here tonight but don't leave the lamp on for too long. I know you've been up reading through the morning. I can see it in the shadows under your eyes & the red light seeping through them but I can promise you that no amount of literature will bring him back to the foot of your bed. He's nothing but a stale hospital scent after a wasted year in rehab & a crooked smile. It's better to forget what love is like than to crave it from the same **** boy for the rest of your **** life."
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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