A.C. Black

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I looked up at him and said the words I’d been dreading saying because I was so afraid he wouldn’t return them. But maybe he didn’t have to return them. Maybe love wasn’t about give and take on both sides. It could be just me giving, and him taking what he needed, when he needed it, if that’s what worked for us.
A.C. Black
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