after he ate my food & stormed out, & then put on this whole angry facade, he came back, & we cuddled together on the bed, fingers tracing shapes on arms & backs & stomachs. & then, again, he picks a fight, a hurtful fight & I am confused. he runs off with my suitemate, my suitemate who knows about my inclinations, & then returns to give my
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