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Love with every ounce of your being
"Just something I use for pain." "Does your knee still bother you?" "Yes, mostly when it's cold like now." Years back before Nate and I started dating, Nate was the captain of the football club... he was their star player until he hurt his knee in the final game. No matter how much he tried, Nate could never play after that again. It sucked for him. He had a scholarship and everything waiting for him, but with his busted knee it all ended. He had three operations done to try and fix it but there was only so much the doctors could do. He even tried physio therapy, meditation and some other things, but nothing helped. Then he just gave up on seeking any further help. I felt sorry for him back then, but now I wished him immense pain. We have been driving for eight hours now, only stoppin
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