He came here again tonight, wreaking of alcohol and pot. He said he'd only stay a minute. We talked, I cried, he apologized. He said he would leave me alone now. I told him to stay a little longer. I hate the way he makes me feel, yet I can't get enough of him. The smell of his cologne, the feeling of his arms wrapped around me. Even the repulsive
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