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Speak of the fucking devil

I've been on the edge for a while now. Well, to be precise, since that day. I could not get her out of my head no matter what I did. I was scared that I would relapse back into how I used to be before I met her again.

Grumpy and drinking.

About the drinking, I've been drinking a lot since that day that I brought her into my home. I could not get her scent out of my whole house. She was literally everywhere. It was like she never left. A d that had me going batshit crazy.

Whatever she had done, she really had to undo it. Cause at this point, I think I'll totally go crazy. All the times I have met up with her after work, it was literally just because I had to. And I really wanted to see her face.

You could say I had a thing for pain and stressing out myself. Cause what was the whole point of seeing her if it was just to torture myself? But I just could not stop myself.

I've noticed some things about her during our work sessions. She would never look at me directly whenever she was
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