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the morning that I left, I dry heaved all the way home I couldn't eat the breakfast mom had made special for me I went straight to the shower I like my showers on the cold side but today, it was scalding- as hot as it could be I stood, watched as the areas of my body where your fingertips had explored grew red under the falling water
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
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the morning that I left, I dry heaved all the way home I couldn't eat the breakfast mom had made special for me I went straight to the shower I like my showers on the cold side but today, it was scalding- as hot as it could be I stood, watched as the areas of my body where your fingertips had explored grew red under the falling water
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
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