I walk around the bed pacing slowly and calmly, thinking about our argument that i hated and what i put in your glass... i don't care anyway because i warned you the first time about how must i dislike arguing and yet still you didn't listen so i decided to punish you...i look over at you and see you waking up and i smile and in my hand i held a feather, i caressed the feather slowly across your skin well- well- well, look who woke up, the stubborn argumentor... Good morning my dear
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