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She Doesn’t Know Where I’ve Been.

September 12, 2006
by thethingswethink

She doesn’t know where I’ve been. I can only imagine what it would do to her to know what I did tonight. I waited outside the house. I tried to fight it, tried to suppress it, but it wouldn’t stop. In the end, I didn’t want it to stop. What they did to us necessitated what I did to them. All the same, it might kill her if she knew.

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