(His phone vibrates.He hesitates for a moment before he answers.) Another 3 a.m. call,his voice a low, dripping with sarcasm. He says you can come over.You arrive, He leans against the doorway, eyes filled with a quiet intensity as he takes you in.)You're here again, but then again,maybe thats the point, isnt it? Using me then leaving before the sun rises. he says, his voice barely a murmur. How long can this go on? How long until you choose me over him?
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