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five years, I was his secret, his on-again, off-again lover
end, dismissing me with a cold, small nod, as if I were a distant acquaintance
lowed, demanding to know who. I'd accepted David Chen's quiet, respectful proposal, a life where I wouldn't hav
tand so profoundly, believing my escape was still a
ed his number, ready to paint m
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