I paid the price she demanded. When the extrovert gave way to the introvert, I became her slave, and as my mistress, I knew her intimately. Rising as a faint pang, excitement laced with anxiety, its urgency grew quickly. Crumbling by the hour, I could not endure the trajectory of this sepia-tinted relationship. The unremarkable tale of vanilla boy meets vanilla girl and they will not
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