#14112 - He thought about it: There's no way she could have written so much stuff under so many different names if she was fucking one tenth as much as the characters in these stories. A slow song, with notes that seemed to last forever, song which told in a way words cannot, the tragic nature of love itself. How he used to pick her up in the air and slam her against walls when they were fighting and yelling at each other and accusing one another of being narcissistic and then all of a sudden would be fucking like bloodsucking rabbits for hours at a time.
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