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2024-10-29 19:42:56Needless to say poor Hugo had to put up with another round of my tears and hiccups and half-words, and waste another full box of Kleenex on me. When I was in shape to shut up, he patted my hand, his smile nailed to his face.
“Do you love him, dear?”
I nodded with a serious frown, blowing my nose.
“That in the hallway was him too. You love that part of him as well?”
“Yeah. We’re all rough around the edges. But he cannot come telling me he loves me with another woman in his bed!”
“Why not? Sex has nothing to do with love.”
“Oh, c’mon!” I tried to breathe deep. “I don’t feel he’s cheating on me, okay? I just think he needs to be a little humble once in his life, and don’t lose it if things don’t go exactly the way he wants them to.”
“Why not? Look around you. It’s people like him who always get what they want, because t
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