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I've been trying to call Kennith for an hour now, he keeps declining my calls. At least he's alive, I'm frustrated and concerned at the same time. He can't defend himself, he's too weak to do so. That's one of the many reasons I love him, but he's been so distant lately. He avoids talking to me, he never emails me or even texts me. Kennith is avoiding me, he doesn't like me, the truth is hard to swallow. But I have no choice, I need to take it like man, and men don't cry. I wanted to stay strong, for Kennith. I banged my hand against the steering wheel and growled, why the hell is he so distant?
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I'm updating this story a lot because I'm really into it.
