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love

There aren’t any answers. You hug him and you kiss him, and it feels oh so right, but oh so wrong.

You let him put his hand in your pants. You want it, but it’s wrong. He’s wrong. He’s a jerk. Where the Hell does he get off?

You lie awake at night, thoughts of him dancing in your brain. You want him, and you don’t. It’s complicated.

It’s just love, girl, and yeah, he is a jerk. He might grow up, someday, though.

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