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Aching

“As I held him for the last time, I knew I would always remember him like this. And I wished I could tell him how sorry I was — how I would never hurt him again — but his hands were gently pulling mine from his shoulders and I was kissing him, kissing him, but he had stopped kissing me back.”

-LANG LEAV

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