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"Yes"

"Then why can’t you love her?"

"It’s not that I can’t ,"

"Why don’t you?"

"Sanders," Jaet existential another day? I aht about it, as he went to bed Ja to erase the distinction of there being "sides"; her side, his side She slept on the right side of him, most of the time But it was his bed, so really, there shouldn’t be sides

Even you started calling it "our bed", as opposed to " on

Jameson didn’t think he was incapable of love He had loved his mother He loved Sanders, very much But he had never been in love with somebody He certainly hadn’t loved Pet, and he had never been with any other wo, before her Hadn’t ever really liked any of the women he’d been with; he hadn’t even been with Tate for that long, so he certainly couldn’t love her

Could he?

He loved her body He loved fucking her He loved her filthy mouth, and her sickhe wanted to her Loved that she was never scared of hih and through He loved that she was funny, and smart, and that sometimes she would look at him like she was so happy to see hi ho up next to her He loved calling her names, and he loved that she loved it When he had first talked with her, in his office so o so far Tatuood fuck, and that was all he had been looking for; she had been looking for the saotten so lost in each other?

God, every piece of him was tired Sometimes, even the devil needed to be cut a break

~13~

Arizona wasn’t so bad