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A Trip Down South

“We all change,” I reply, repeating his words back to him before slowly squeezing his hand. He doesn’t jerk away from me this time, but instead runs his thumb over the back of mine.

He takes a deep breath before meeting my eyes. “I have to know. It was never real, was it? You never loved me? You used me.”

I hold his gaze, so he knows I mean every word. “I use everyone.”

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