chapter twelve

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there was a bit too much physical contact between us. i'm kind of angry i allowed it. i'm kind of angry you initiated it.

and when it wasn't that, you'd stare at my lips, or you'd force eye contact, or you stood too close to me, almost pressed to me. i would be examining fibres through the microscope or doing something with my back to you, then i'd feel people staring at me, and i'd turn around to find myself basically in your arms.

then, we had our first fight.

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