He Kissed Me Like I Was His Sister, and I Knew I Was Alone Again.

He Kissed Me Like I Was His Sister, and I Knew I Was Alone Again. I knew I’d never stopped being alone in the first place… …and maybe I never would. Just two weeks ago he’d been chasing me like he was a hunter and I was the prize he’d been searching for his entire life. “You’re so beautiful,” John would text me out of nowhere in

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