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The Beginning of It All


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Sometimes, relationships don't end the day someone packs their bags. Sometimes, they end months before that. In broken promises. In dinners that grow cold on the table. In text messages that simply say, "I'm on my way," while the clock keeps moving.

That's what happened to Joshua and Marcela.

When they first met, it was impossible to imagine they would ever be apart. Joshua had the kind of personality that could make any place feel alive. Marcela carried an effortless elegance, a quiet confidence, and a gaze that always seemed to see beyond words. They fell in love quickly, got married, and for a while, they truly believed love would be enough.

But life rarely asks whether we're ready for it.

When Joshua lost his parents, the Club stopped being just a business. It became the last place where he could still feel close to them. Every wall held a memory. Every employee reminded him of another chapter of his family's story. Every problem felt like a responsibility only he could carry. He kept telling himself it was temporary. "Once things settle down." "Once I get everything organized." "Just one more month."

Marcela believed him.

At first, she stayed awake waiting for him. She prepared dinner. She texted asking when he'd be home. His answer almost always came.

"I'm leaving now."

But he never did.

From the balcony of their house, Marcela could see the Club right across the street. The lights stayed on. Sometimes she watched Joshua laughing with employees after solving another problem. Other nights he was outside talking to customers while the dinner table inside the house remained set for two.

The hardest part wasn't wondering where he was.

She already knew.

She only had to look out the window.

Maybe that was what hurt the most.

She never felt like she was competing with another woman. She was competing with a place. With a building. With a part of Joshua's life she could never replace.

And no one wins against someone else's memories.

They argued. They made promises. They tried changing routines. They tried spending more time together. They tried pretending everything was fine. But there was always one more phone call. One more problem at the Club. One more night Joshua promised he'd be home early. And one more night Marcela fell asleep alone.

Until one day she realized she was still deeply in love with him.

And that was exactly why she had to leave.

Because loving someone doesn't mean accepting a life spent waiting.

She packed her bags without anger. Without shouting. Without slammed doors. She left while still loving the man she was walking away from.

Joshua never stopped loving her either.

But at that point in his life, he simply couldn't put anything above the weight he carried on his shoulders. The Club had become more than work. It was the last connection he still had with his parents, and walking away from it—even for a few hours—felt like betraying them.

Eventually, they followed different paths. Marcela built a life where she no longer had to wait for anyone. Joshua kept opening his home to people who needed a safe place, perhaps offering others the comfort he couldn't give his own wife.

Time passed. New people entered their lives. New feelings appeared.

But there's a difference between forgetting someone... and learning how to live without them.

Joshua and Marcela never forgot each other.

They simply understood that sometimes two people can love each other deeply and still be unable to walk the same road.

Because love can bring two lives together.

But love alone cannot change priorities.

Some goodbyes don't happen because love disappears.

They happen because love remains... while everything else stops working.

To this day, Marcela remains the only person who ever convinced Joshua to put a wedding ring on his finger. And maybe that's why, even after everything, they still look at each other the same way they always did. Some things survive a breakup. The way they look at each other is one of them.

 

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Every Sim has a story. Here's Laura's.


Laura always knew she was beautiful.

Growing up, she never lacked attention. Throughout school and college, she was the girl everyone admired, yet popularity never made her arrogant. If anything, it made her selective. She learned early that attention comes easily—but genuine connection doesn't.

Having grown up alongside Joshua and Scott, she became part of one of the most dysfunctional households in the neighborhood. Watching the two of them stumble through short-lived relationships shaped the way she viewed love. No matter how respectful they tried to be, it always seemed like their relationships had an expiration date.

She promised herself she would never become "just another chapter" in someone's life.

Instead, Laura built walls.

Confident, determined and seemingly intimidating, she rarely lets people get close enough to see the person she truly is. But those fortunate enough to earn her trust discover someone remarkably gentle, loyal and caring.

After Joshua and Marcela's separation, the lines between friendship and attraction slowly blurred. What started as casual eventually became something neither of them ever intended to define.

Now, everything has changed.

Marcela has returned to the home that has always been hers by right, leaving Joshua and Laura standing at a crossroads neither of them expected.

Joshua still hasn't found the courage to talk to Laura, assuming their relationship never meant more than a mutual escape.

Laura, however, isn't nearly as certain.

As her friendship with Marcela continues to grow, she finds herself caught between loyalty, guilt, and feelings she never planned on developing.

Sometimes the hardest choices aren't about choosing between two people.

They're about deciding who you want to become.

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A Friendship That Was Never Supposed to Change

Laura grew up alongside Joshua and Scott. They survived high school together, countless late-night conversations, endless teasing, and enough shared memories that the line between friendship and family had long since disappeared.

She never once imagined there could be anything more.

Part of it was Joshua's reputation. He was charming, impossible to ignore, and had never exactly been known for staying in one relationship for very long. Laura had spent years watching people fall for him, only to watch those relationships eventually come to an end. It only reinforced the promise she had made to herself long ago: relationships always seemed to have an expiration date, and she refused to become just another chapter in someone's story.

Flirting, however, had always been harmless.

Joshua flirted with almost everyone. Laura was one of the few people who could match his energy without ever taking it seriously. It became their thing—a game neither of them ever expected to win.

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Until one night... they forgot it was supposed to be a game.

Months after Marcela left, Joshua found himself spending more and more evenings in Laura's room. Movies, long conversations, comfortable silence... nothing about it felt unusual.

Then they kissed.

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Neither of them talked about it afterward.

They simply did it again.

What started as a single impulsive moment quietly became part of their routine. The movies stayed. The conversations lasted longer. Sharing the same bed no longer felt strange. The kisses became familiar.

Neither of them asked where it was going.

Maybe because they believed it wasn't going anywhere.

Neither of them wanted promises.

Neither of them expected a future.

They simply enjoyed what they had, convincing themselves that sometimes two lonely people could find comfort in each other without complicating things.

Then Marcela came home.

Laura never needed Joshua to tell her who the love of his life was.

She already knew.

She had listened to him cry after the separation. She had watched him stare at his phone hoping for a message that never came. She had seen what losing Marcela had done to him long before she ever allowed herself to cross that line.

Which is why she never blamed Marcela.

She couldn't.

If anything, Laura blamed herself.

Not for kissing Joshua...

But for discovering, far too late, that somewhere between shared nights and casual affection, her feelings had stopped being casual.

Now she's left with a conversation that neither of them seems brave enough to have.

Because sometimes the hardest choices aren't about choosing between two people.

They're about deciding who you want to be.

 

 

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The House Had Changed 

 

Since Marcela came back, the mansion had changed.

The parties that once filled the house almost every night slowly disappeared. Loud music gave way to the sound of silverware against porcelain during family dinners. The living room, once crowded with strangers until sunrise, was now occupied by movie nights where half the house would fall asleep before the credits rolled. For the first time in months, the mansion felt like a home again.

The day she returned, however, nobody knew how to react.

Sarah froze with a box still in her hands. Scott instinctively looked at Joshua before looking at Marcela, while Youn Jin remained perfectly still, almost afraid that any sudden movement would somehow ruin the moment.

Joshua was the first one to move.

He crossed the room without thinking and wrapped his arms around her.

He didn't ask where she had been. He didn't ask why she had left. He didn't ask for explanations, apologies or promises. For a few seconds, none of those things seemed important.

She was alive.

She had come back.

And somehow... that was enough.

Only after they stepped away from each other did his eyes wander to her left hand.

The ring was gone.

His chest tightened.

He had wanted to change. He had wanted to become the man she deserved before she ever decided to leave. He had wanted to be worthy of the promise he had made the day he slid that ring onto her finger. Maybe they would never become husband and wife again. Maybe he could never offer her the life she truly deserved. But if there was still a chance to preserve the most beautiful feeling he had ever carried inside his heart, he wanted to try.

The first few days passed with an almost unsettling normalcy. Sarah naturally took charge of unpacking most of the boxes while Laura quietly organized everything that found its way into the wrong place. It wasn't an attempt to impress Marcela. Laura simply hated clutter. Open boxes sitting in the hallway, shoes left in random rooms or folded clothes waiting to be put away bothered her far more than they should.

Scott and Youn Jin, on the other hand, developed an impressive talent for disappearing. Whenever Joshua, Laura and Marcela happened to be in the same room, one of them suddenly remembered something urgent elsewhere.

Scott needed to check on the horses.

Youn Jin had an important phone call.

Scott forgot something upstairs.

Youn Jin remembered she hadn't answered an email.

Neither of them knew how to keep a secret. More importantly, neither of them knew how to explain a story that even Joshua and Laura hadn't realized they were writing. Everything had happened so slowly that nobody noticed exactly when friendship became something neither of them knew how to define.

The following morning, everyone gathered in the kitchen. Sarah was making toast while Scott complained about an online match he had lost the night before. Youn Jin lazily scrolled through her phone while waiting for coffee.

Joshua hadn't come downstairs yet.

Laura was already pouring two mugs.

Marcela noticed.

She frowned for a second before dismissing the thought. Maybe she was making coffee for herself and Sarah. Maybe Joshua always woke up around this time.

Before she could think any further, footsteps echoed from the staircase.

Joshua walked into the kitchen looking exactly like someone who had gone to bed far too late.

Without saying a word, Laura slid one of the mugs across the counter.

"Thanks."

He answered automatically.

He blew across the coffee before taking the first sip. Only afterward did he lift his eyes and smile at Marcela.

"Morning."

She smiled back.

Nothing about the interaction seemed inappropriate.

Friends did things like that.

Didn't they?

Still...

She couldn't remember if it had always been like this.

Maybe it had.

Maybe she simply had never noticed before.

A few evenings later, Joshua returned from the strip club earlier than usual. He looked exhausted, his shoulders dropping the moment he stepped inside the house. Without saying anything, he walked straight to the living room and let himself fall onto the couch.

Laura was lying on the opposite side, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone with her legs stretched across the armrest.

Without even looking at him, she tossed the television remote across the room.

Joshua caught it with one hand.

Neither of them looked surprised.

Neither of them laughed.

Neither of them even looked at each other.

It happened with the effortless precision of two people repeating the same movement for months.

Sarah never looked up from her book. Scott kept playing his videogame.

Finally, Laura spoke.

"The supplier again?"

Joshua sighed heavily.

"Yeah... and that client's wife showed up again."

Laura looked up.

"She went there today?"

Joshua rolled his eyes.

"When doesn't she?"

Marcela quietly sat beside him.

Joshua instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Laura lowered her gaze back to her phone.

For a brief moment, nobody spoke.

Marcela wasn't bothered by Joshua's arm around her.

She was bothered by everything that had happened before she sat down.

How did Laura know which supplier he was talking about?

Who was that client's wife?

How many conversations had they shared while she was gone?

How many ordinary moments had happened without her?

Marcela tried to push the thought away.

Maybe she had simply forgotten these little things. Maybe Laura had always been like this. Maybe Joshua had always talked about work that much. Or maybe she had simply been gone long enough for life to continue without asking for permission.

A few nights later, Scott walked into the kitchen waving his phone.

"I found a new pizza place."

Nobody paid much attention.

"They have stuffed crust."

Sarah immediately looked up from her book.

"Now I'm listening."

Scott grinned.

"I'm ordering. What does everyone want?"

Requests came from every direction until he eventually looked at Joshua.

"And you?"

Joshua barely lifted his eyes from the email he was answering.

"Anything's fine."

Scott shrugged.

"So... onions?"

Joshua answered before he even realized he was speaking.

"No onions."

Scott frowned.

"The whole pizza?"

Joshua nodded absentmindedly.

"Yeah. Laura doesn't like onions."

The room fell silent for barely a second before everyone resumed talking. Joshua kept typing. Laura continued watching the television. Neither of them noticed what had happened.

Marcela did.

It wasn't the answer that caught her attention.

It was how naturally it came.

He hadn't needed to ask. He hadn't even looked at Laura.

He simply knew.

Scott slowly lowered his phone.

"...Right."

Conversation resumed almost immediately, but Marcela remained unusually quiet. She wasn't thinking about onions. She was wondering how many dinners it had taken for Joshua to remember something so insignificant.

The following morning Joshua was already halfway out the front door when Laura's voice echoed through the hallway.

"Josh."

He turned around.

She was holding his wallet in one hand and his car keys in the other.

"You forgot these."

He laughed softly.

"I would've realized halfway to work."

"I know."

She placed them in his hand.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

He leaned over, kissed the top of Marcela's head and left.

Only after the front door closed did Marcela look back at Laura.

"You always remember?"

Laura blinked.

"Hm?"

"His wallet."

She glanced down at her empty hands before letting out a small laugh.

"He forgets it all the time."

She didn't seem to realize how intimate that sentence sounded. She simply walked back toward the kitchen, leaving Marcela standing in the hallway, wondering how many mornings had looked exactly like this.

Two days later it happened again.

Joshua was searching every room upstairs.

"I know I left my charger somewhere..."

Sarah shrugged without looking up from her book.

"No idea."

Scott didn't even pause his game.

From the laundry room Laura answered,

"Second drawer."

Joshua walked there without hesitation.

There it was.

"Found it."

He smiled.

"I swear you know where everything is."

Laura laughed.

"Someone has to."

Nobody reacted.

Nobody except Marcela.

Joshua hadn't questioned the answer. He hadn't checked anywhere else. He hadn't even asked if she was sure. He had simply walked to the drawer Laura mentioned, already expecting to find it there.

The weather changed overnight. Rain fell for most of the afternoon, leaving the mansion colder than usual. During breakfast Joshua sneezed twice.

Laura barely looked up from the stove.

"You're getting sick."

Joshua chuckled.

"I'm fine."

"You say that every time."

"I'll survive."

By dinner the entire kitchen smelled like homemade chicken soup.

Sarah walked in first.

"...That smells amazing."

Laura stirred the pot.

"I figured he'd need it tomorrow."

Scott frowned.

"He isn't even sick."

"He will be."

Joshua laughed.

"You sound way too confident."

"I'm always right."

"You wish."

Everyone laughed.

Everyone except Marcela.

Laura wasn't guessing.

She sounded like someone repeating something she had learned through repetition. Through ordinary mornings. Through ordinary evenings. Through enough time spent beside someone to recognize the smallest patterns before they happened.

For the first time since coming home, Marcela realized none of those moments looked romantic.

They looked domestic.

And somehow...

That hurt even more.

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Over the next few days, the moments kept happening.

Never dramatic.

Never suspicious.

Just... familiar.

Marcela started noticing how often Joshua looked for Laura without realizing he was doing it.

Not because he wanted her company.

Because she usually knew the answer.

One afternoon he walked into the kitchen frowning at his phone.

"Did anyone see the paperwork for the Riverside property?"

Sarah shook her head.

"No."

Scott didn't even bother looking away from the television.

"I haven't touched it."

Joshua stood there for another second before instinctively opening his mouth.

"Laura, do you—"

He stopped.

Laura was already looking at him.

For the first time since Marcela had returned, she hesitated.

The answer was there.

Marcela could see it in her face.

She knew exactly where the documents were.

Instead of speaking, however, Laura quietly lowered her eyes.

"I... don't know."

Joshua frowned.

"You sure?"

She nodded once.

"I haven't seen them."

There was something strange about the exchange.

Almost forced.

Joshua searched for another ten minutes before eventually opening the cabinet beside the coffee machine.

The folder was exactly where Laura had already known it would be.

Neither of them said anything.

Marcela noticed the way Laura quietly walked out of the room before Joshua even found it.

...

After that day, little things began changing.

Laura stopped sitting beside Joshua during movie nights.

If the seat next to him was empty, she chose another couch.

If there wasn't another couch, she sat on the floor with Scott and Sarah.

She stopped handing him things across the kitchen.

Stopped finishing his sentences.

Stopped answering questions she already knew the answers to.

At first, nobody noticed.

Except Marcela.

A week later...

Joshua did.

He opened the refrigerator.

"Laura, where did you put the—"

Again...

He stopped himself.

Laura looked up from the dining table.

Neither of them spoke.

Joshua sighed quietly before checking every shelf himself.

When he finally found what he wanted, Laura returned to reading as though nothing had happened.

Marcela watched the entire interaction without saying a word.

She wasn't imagining it anymore.

Laura wasn't getting closer to Joshua.

She was doing the opposite.

She was deliberately stepping away.

Which somehow made everything even more confusing.

If there had been something between them...

Why was Laura the one creating distance?

Why did she look almost relieved every time Joshua solved something on his own?

It didn't make sense.

Not yet.

Movie nights eventually became routine again.

Scott still insisted on choosing terrible action movies just to hear Sarah complain about the plot.

Youn Jin claimed she wasn't watching, yet somehow laughed at every joke before anyone else.

Joshua complained that Laura always put too much butter on the popcorn.

Laura replied that he always finished the biggest bowl anyway.

Some habits, apparently, survived everything.

Halfway through the movie Joshua fell asleep.

Nobody reacted.

It happened often enough that no one seemed surprised anymore.

Sarah quietly closed her book.

Scott lowered the volume.

Youn Jin gathered the empty bowls and disappeared into the kitchen.

Laura was the last one to stand.

Without thinking, she picked up the folded blanket resting over the armchair and carefully covered Joshua.

Marcela smiled to herself.

It was a kind gesture.

Anyone would have done the same.

Laura turned toward the stairs.

Then stopped.

She looked back.

Walked the two steps she had just taken.

Bent over the couch once more and folded part of the blanket back down, leaving Joshua's shoulders uncovered.

With her other hand, she picked up the air conditioner remote from the coffee table and lowered the temperature slightly.

"He'll complain tomorrow if the room's too cold..." she murmured almost to herself. "...but if you cover him completely, he'll sweat like crazy."

She smiled faintly.

It was such an ordinary sentence.

The kind of thing people said without thinking.

Only after speaking did Laura realize Marcela was watching her.

The smile slowly disappeared.

For a second neither woman moved.

"I just..."

Laura began.

Then stopped.

There wasn't really an explanation that wouldn't sound strange.

She simply offered a small, awkward smile before quietly walking upstairs.

Marcela remained in the living room.

Joshua hadn't moved.

He continued sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the silence he had left behind.

Marcela looked from the blanket...

...to the air conditioner...

...and back to him.

How did Laura know that?

Not that he liked sleeping with a blanket.

Anyone could notice that.

She knew he overheated during the night.

She knew exactly how much of the blanket to leave over him.

She knew how cold the room should be.

Those weren't details people learned from sharing a sofa.

Those were details people learned from sharing nights.

Marcela hated herself for thinking it.

She tried to find another explanation.

Maybe Sarah knew.

Maybe Scott knew.

Maybe Joshua had mentioned it once.

Maybe...

Maybe.

But the possibilities sounded weaker each time they crossed her mind.

For the first time since coming home, a question settled quietly inside her chest.

Had they slept together?

She immediately wished she could take the thought back.

Because deep down...

That wasn't the question that truly frightened her.

The real question was much worse.

How much of Joshua's life had continued without her?

And how much of it now belonged to someone else?

The days that followed felt quieter.

Not because anything had changed.

Because everyone had started paying attention to things they had never noticed before.

Joshua noticed Laura no longer sat beside him.

Laura noticed herself thinking before every small gesture.

Scott noticed everything and wished he didn't.

Sarah pretended not to notice any of it.

Only Youn Jin seemed to understand that some conversations happened entirely in silence.

One morning, Joshua walked into the kitchen still buttoning his shirt.

"I'm late."

Sarah slid a plate toward him.

"Then stop talking and eat."

He laughed, stole a piece of toast and reached for his coffee.

It wasn't there.

For a brief second he looked toward Laura.

She was rinsing a mug in the sink.

Their eyes met.

Laura looked away first.

Joshua quietly grabbed another mug from the cabinet and poured his own coffee.

Nobody said anything.

Marcela watched the entire exchange.

It lasted no more than three seconds.

Still...

It felt like watching two people deliberately unlearn a language they had spoken for months.

Later that afternoon Scott found Joshua alone on the back porch.

He leaned against the railing beside him.

"You gonna tell her?"

Joshua kept looking at the horses grazing beyond the fence.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Scott laughed without humor.

"That's probably the biggest lie you've ever told me."

Joshua rubbed a hand across his face.

"We didn't..."

His voice faded.

Scott finished the sentence for him.

"...mean for any of this to happen."

Joshua nodded once.

"No."

Another silence settled between them.

"I don't even know what I'd be confessing."

Scott looked at him.

"Maybe that's the problem."

Joshua didn't answer.

Because Scott was right.

How could he explain something he still didn't understand himself?

How could he describe a relationship that had never really started...

Yet somehow already existed?

That evening, Laura was setting the table when Joshua walked into the dining room carrying a stack of plates.

Without thinking, he placed them beside her.

"Can you hand me the—"

Again...

He stopped.

Laura's hand had already moved toward the drawer where the serving spoons were kept.

She froze halfway.

Slowly withdrew her hand.

"They're... in the second drawer."

Joshua looked at her for a moment before opening the drawer himself.

"I know."

It wasn't true.

They both knew it wasn't.

Marcela looked down at her plate.

Something inside her chest tightened.

She had spent days believing Laura was taking Joshua away from her.

Now...

It looked as though Laura was giving him back.

Every habit she broke seemed to hurt both of them.

Not because they wanted each other.

Because habits didn't disappear just because someone decided they should.

They had to be forgotten.

One small moment at a time.

A week later, the house settled into another movie night.

Scott insisted on a terrible action film.

Sarah complained within the first five minutes.

Youn Jin predicted the ending before the opening scene was over.

Joshua laughed harder at everyone else's reactions than at the movie itself.

For a little while...

Everything almost felt normal again.

When the credits finally rolled, Joshua was asleep.

His head rested against the arm of the couch exactly as it always seemed to.

Nobody moved immediately.

Sarah quietly closed her book.

Scott stretched before collecting the empty soda cans.

Youn Jin disappeared into the kitchen with the popcorn bowls.

Laura stood last.

She looked at Joshua for a long second before reaching for the folded blanket resting over the chair.

She covered him gently.

Then...

Almost instinctively...

She folded the blanket back down from his shoulders.

Reached for the air conditioner remote.

Adjusted the temperature by a single degree.

"He'll wake up soaked if I leave it like this..."

The words escaped before she could stop them.

Silence.

Laura slowly turned.

Marcela was looking directly at her.

Neither woman spoke.

Laura's expression changed almost immediately.

She set the remote back on the coffee table.

"I should..."

She swallowed.

"...go to bed."

Marcela nodded.

"Good night."

Laura offered the smallest smile imaginable before walking upstairs.

Marcela remained where she was.

Her eyes never left Joshua.

She knew he kicked the blankets away.

She knew he overheated while sleeping.

She knew exactly how cold the room needed to be.

Those weren't details learned during conversations.

They weren't details friends usually noticed.

They belonged to shared nights.

Shared routines.

Shared life.

Marcela closed her eyes.

Did they sleep together?

She hated the question the moment it appeared.

Not because of the answer.

Because she wasn't sure it mattered anymore.

Whether they had shared one night...

Or none at all...

They had shared something much harder to explain.

An ordinary life.

The next morning Joshua wandered through the house opening drawers one after another.

"I know I left the property files somewhere..."

Nobody answered.

Sarah was reading.

Scott was outside.

Youn Jin was on the phone.

Marcela looked up from the dining table.

"What are you looking for?"

Joshua sighed while opening another drawer.

"The Riverside documents."

She stood.

"I'll help."

He smiled gratefully.

"Thanks."

They searched together for another minute.

Joshua opened the wrong cabinet.

Then another.

Then another.

Without thinking...

Without even lifting his eyes...

He spoke.

"...Laura knows where they are."

The words left his mouth before he could stop them.

Silence filled the kitchen.

Joshua froze.

Marcela froze.

Upstairs...

Laura had been walking past the staircase.

She stopped too.

No one moved.

Joshua slowly closed the cabinet door.

For the first time...

He truly understood what they had built.

It had never been the kiss.

It had never even been the feelings.

Somewhere between forgotten wallets, shared dinners, movie nights, work stories and quiet mornings...

They had built a routine.

And routines...

Were infinitely harder to unlearn than love.

 

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