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Getting into a fight with my ex boyfriend who is well trained as I am or even better has never been on my wish list. He did catch me unawares I must say. Before I could get a glimpse of what was going on he had already overpowered me and was dragging my beaten ass into his car. Just like that. I did try to fight back, but I was kind of holding back. I shouldn't have, because he wasn't fighting like someone who knew me on more deeper levels. He was fighting me like a man on a mission. I don't know how important it was for him to collect that drive that he'd care less about beating his ex baby mama, if we can call it that. But what did I expect? That he would try to seduce me into giving him the drive? Just because he saved me didn't mean he still cared. It's so clear he doesn't.
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