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after we have sex i’m lying in your arms when i’m like “hey can i tell you something?” and you’re like “sure” and you figure it’s going to be a love confession or something like that, but then i grab your arms in a vice grip so tight my nails are digging into your skin and stare into your eyes with a haunted expression and say, with grave urgency and deadly seriousness, “i’m a bad person. i’ve done terrible things.” then i go back to cuddling you like nothing ever happened
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