Status: The chapters in this story are suppost to be short so don't complain that they aren't "proper chapters"

Loverman

Her

You were often absent after making love. Drawn into yourself.
Often I wonder, do you think of me?
What you think of me.
Not sure I make you think.
Between us is something mechanical.
Something fateful.
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