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I don’t want to call him an asshole. He’s a little kid, and he’s been through a lot. But I think he might be an asshole.
I was not the mouse, I was the cheese.
wondering how I’d survived all the years of my life that he hadn’t been a part of.
I would tear up when I thought about what our wedding would be like. What our wedding night would be like.