Status: The chapters in this story are suppost to be short so don't complain that they aren't "proper chapters"
Loverman
Him
You tell me of your mother. Light a cigarette. I listen politely. Observing, listening. You say fidelity is a load of rubbish. I'm somewhere else. Doodling on a piece of folded white paper. All of a sudden I trust you. Yet I'm bothered by how you keep looking at me. I'm intrigued, yet suspicious.
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