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much. Don't I enjoy a bit of smut?
Doesn't it turn me on? This is just like
that. I shut my eyes and will myself not
to cry, not to overreact, not to believe that
this, what I have just witnessed, is
anything more than that. I hear him come
into the room. It must be an hour that
I've been lying here, unable to move. He
slips in next to me and makes no move to
hold me. Why is that, Cohen? Someone
else on your mind?
