anesthetized

anesthetized

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He asks me if I want to go for food somewhere. I politely decline, I tell him that I haven't eaten breakfast at breakfast time in years; I don't think I could stomach it.

He looks at me, and I can see what he's thinking. He's looking at my slightly chubby frame and weighing up the information I provided.

Right, he says slowly.

He doesn't believe me. He thinks I want him gone.


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What I Do When I'm Not With You (Pt 3)

What I Do When I'm Not With You (Pt 3)

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