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The small dark room was quiet as Georgia Lox on a loud day; except for his heavy breathing and eyes drilling holes through my ass.

I saw the look on his face as I bent over to sign that paper; a signature of saddness and loss.

I couldn't help but wonder how different things might have been if you were there; or how many more times I'd be in that room during my lifetime.
Would I be so strong with you by my side?

And I realized how Mr. M and Ms. M would make an outstanding couple, with their similar froggish looks.
Maybe they were once lovers, as we are now haters.

And that invisible ink on my arm that once read 101307 now says to be continued:922011