Real Flesh and Blood Pieces

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Pieces of living tissue memory. I ain't mad, just curious.
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susansnow
susansnow
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He did a lot to cultivate a romance for me with Wade. I never thought before that Jeff would send Wade to me under the guise of attraction and sexual interest. I had always crushed a bit on Wade but I believed in monogamy at the time. To think they could be / have been undercover lovers for a long time. I was a financial asset for Jeff. The method to this madness has to do more with cruelty and greed. I'm still stumped by the instantaneous breakdowns I had. Or the time in Milan when I seemed, in both Wade and Jeff's company, to venture off and behave as if I were on some hallucinogen. When I tried time and again to leave, I would suddenly "get sick."

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