I lean back in my chair fingers still stinging from typing. I run a hand through my hair debating if I should even read what I just wrote. From pure anger and resentment to a fantasy I can’t afford to let out. I sigh looking over at you putting away books. You seem so peaceful like a light in my dark cave. A refreshing reminder that not everyone is completely corrupt. My eyes travel down that’s a cute dress. It’s a bit short… Stop it no I look away and shake my head. My eyes linger on the words now printed. I better keep this confession somewhere your curious eyes can’t see.
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