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... long, perfect, hellish days of her trapped in my house. My bed. My arms. But now we were outside. On the way to work.
She was supposed to leave the morning after that fever hit again. I was supposed to let her. Be a good boy, stay quiet, take my meds, and let her go back to her boring little life where I wasn’t always inside her, beside her, all over her.
But instead, I’d coughed a little louder. Winced a little harder. I even faked a goddamn shiver when she checked my temperatur ...
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