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The misadventures of the heart and sometimes, the stomach.

Monsters.

I was lying on my favourite spot; right beneath your neck, on your chest. Your heart beat against the pulse on my head, every thump in sync. You have one arm around me, your fingers absent-mindedly play with my hair. What’s your greatest fear?   That’s easy. My mother.   I’m serious.  You propped yourself

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