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The Return of The Rage
Highly Suspect- Lydia Seeing is believing and I can't look away. I thought that when I would see it, I would be better prepared, and let me tell you, I wasn't. I'm not. This complicates things for us. We had been teetering in this direction, but I thought I had time. Time to wrap my mind around the fact that he would soon be giving it to some else who is not me. Young and some girl, are sitting on the balcony furthest away from where our suite is. He has his back to me and she's leaning on him while he's holding onto her whispering god knows what into her ear. She has a smile on her little heart-shaped face and once in a while, she'll giggle. She's tiny and I don't know if that hurts me because I'm not or because she and I have nothing in common look-wise. He has no idea that I'
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