Something I never even considered would become a difficulty when the deed happened. One kiss. That’s all it was. How is it even possible that one kiss can change the course of a man’s mind? I’ve kissed dozens of women and left it at that. But… I’m looking at Margot. I’m thinking about Margot. I’m envisioning Margot. All of which in ways I’ve never done before. She’s become my Pandora’s box. The scary lethal weapon I would happily lick up and drink down like delicious poison intended to kill, as long as she punishes me with blissful death. You can obviously see where I’ve gone with this.
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