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Deadlocked, in This UNEVEN Romance

I feel so trapped, so helpless, in this romance, I mean, he was, very nice at the very start, but, as we’d begun dating, I’d started, noticing those subtle signs of his overly possessive nature. There’s that café where I’d … Continue reading

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