I can't stand the way he treats her. He can be so good to her, treat her so well, until she starts to feel safe and comfortable again and then he turns it all off and leaves her in the dark. I don't want her to be used to disappointment. I want her to be happy. I want her. I want her to come over so that we can eat croissants and drink black coffee and smoke cigarettes on my little front porch.
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