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I wasn't scared of losing him. For if he wanted to leave, he knew he could, but he wouldn't and neither would I. That's what we were to each other; a safe place where we both knew no vulnerability; just messy sheets and endless breathes of oxytocin. I wasn't scared of losing him. For if he wanted to leave, he knew he could, but he wouldn't and neither would I. That's what we were to each other; a safe place where we both knew no vulnerability; just messy sheets and endless breathes of oxytocin.
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