“I don’t know if I can do this any more. This isn’t how it works for me. I’ve slept with enough women, I’ve done the fuck buddies thing. This is not it. I can’t concentrate. All I see is you, all I can think about is what you’re wearing, what you’re thinking, what your face looks like when you come. It’s been, what, a week? And it’s like, I don’t know, when I’m not with you, um, I’m out of focus. How have you done this to me? I’m scared. I’m fucking scared.”

“I don’t know if I can do this any more. This isn’t how it works for me. I’ve slept with enough women, I’ve done the fuck buddies thing. This is not it. I can’t concentrate. All I see is you, all I can think about is what you’re wearing, what you’re thinking, what your face looks like when you come. It’s been, what, a week? And it’s like, I don’t know, when I’m not with you, um, I’m out of focus. How have you done this to me? I’m scared. I’m fucking scared.”

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