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i wouldn't cheat on him at all...i guess that came out wrong. step into my brain for a moment- this is what i was thinking of as i fell asleep last night:
"our history to me, our shared memories and past, used to be like a beautiful field of flowers to me. after i read those letters, it is like a herd of elephants trampled over that field and took giant elephant dumps all over it. now when i think about our history, all i see is elephant dung, and i can't see under it to see the flowers. THAT's how i feel."
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