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May 2014
No
You tell me that I shouldn’t be so insecure, but each time I reach my hand towards yours under the cool sheets, you tell me, in changing words and signals, “I do not want you”.
Victoria Kiely
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Victoria Kiely  Guelph
(Guelph)   
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