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He's scared. He's overwhelmed. I'm too intense. I'm moving too fast.
Funny how he was ready to sell his soul to the devil for sex last night and then in the sane light of morning the sight of me in his shirt scared him. He draws an invisible line in the sand, calls to me sweetly so that I stumble over it thoughtlessly and then he shoves me back to my side and tells me that I'm moving too fast. |
