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“I can’t do this anymore.” Tears built and fell, sliding down his cheeks and his temples and onto my sheets. “I can’t keep pretending, Morgan. This hurts so fucking badly.” He tried to hitch one leg around my waist. “You wanted me a few months ago, so please, please, can we just—” His voice broke into wet, gulping heaves.
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