And for a fourth night in a row I can tell i'm going to cry myself to sleep. I can't help it. I just begin to think about it, and it kills me inside. What's funny is it's not for sure know, but it's just like you know. He knows, I know, yet we both pretend that it will go away if we ignore it. He's stopped, but we both know it's too late. It'
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