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ybe recite one of his poems. He still struggled with memorizing and assimilation of poetry. It would take him up to a week to comfortably deliver a three to

usy Lizzies that he saw the man sitting head bowed on his favorite

ried a ma

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please!" Sa

eal he couldn't ignore in the man's voice. He came and sat on the edge of

kay?" He asked

more and continued, "Today, I sleep on a couch in a single room. I can't afford to pay its rent!" He went silent for a while. Don didn't know what to do. He sa

l me, am

attempt to

. He expected the man to be mad at his question. But

e was silence. Then the man sighed as if he had just offloaded a heavy load from his shoulders. He go

, leaving Don clutching at straws. For a while, he thought o

ive,

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ather walk

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everything had gone wrong. The more he'd tried to make things okay between the two of them, the more things had gone wrong for them. He knew he loved her deeply and wanted a future with her. Ye

each other. Don realized how negatively the relationship was affecting him. Should he end it? Was there hope anything would ever be fine? Afte

nto her pants and he, Don, felt threatened. He hated the feeling. Nicolette's response had not made her feel any better when he'd voiced his insecurities. She'd turned it on him when a little wo

bout it, she'd turned it on him again and accused him of wanting nothing but sex from her. Nicolette, in a shower of tears, had blasted him for putting too much focus on sex. This had puzzled him, for he would remember

ots of emphasis on it. Heck, even her kisses were no longer kisses anymore, it was like kissing a ghost, her lips flirting with his, never any depth. He remembered the first day she'

must end, h

sirable. She loved him, yet she didn't find him desirable anymore

it deserted him as his mind wrapped itself around this new, demanding task. He stood up and looked at the moon. I

eplied with rolling eyes, expressing how much she hated the talks. Don w