First Lasts

“I suppose it is tempting, if the only tool you have is a hammer, to treat everything as if it were a nail.” - Abraham Maslow

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He was a bitch, no doubt about it, but he was a different kind of bitch, and that intrigued me more than I'd liked to admit. He was kind in the beginning, cute, yes, but sexy, most definite. I liked it, but then I loved it. He was a bitch, making smart ass comments, jackass threats, and devil seeking grins. He was more than I thought, and with that I got hurt. But I cannot blame him, because after all, I was the one who kept coming back. I knew all along he was the type of man who would get along with the devil, and make millions, then leave me out to the demons that followed.

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Contains a lot of shit such as drinking bad language, sex ,drugs, and crude humor.

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