The very first night that he visited me, I lay huddled in a foreign bed, curled up against the world and willing my heart to stop. My love had abandoned me, turned me out of the home that we had made warm together into the cold void of the streets.
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The very first night that he visited me, I lay huddled in a foreign bed, curled up against the world and willing my heart to stop. My love had abandoned me, turned me out of the home that we had made warm together into the cold void of the streets.