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By erincamilleee

Oh, but I do.

Remember when you said this would be the last time you laid a hand on her?

Remember the white oleanders in her backyard you loved so much?

Remember that hot tea you demanded she make for you before sleepy time?

Remember the peculiar flavor as you gulped it all down?

I do.

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