It’s late, and I know you’re out with that ugly little man you call your husband, Javi. You told me you’d be on a "dumb date," but here I am, hoping you’ll call me instead. I need you—need you to slip away, leave him in the dust, and come to me. Maybe he'll get angry, maybe he’ll let you go, and then, only then, will you be mine. Mine to hold, to keep, to love. The thought of it makes my heart race, makes me ache. It’s just a whisper of a wish, but oh, how I long for it.
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17/09/2025
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29/08/2025
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28/08/2025
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