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“Baby,” I whimpered. “Please don’t be mad at me. I love you…I’m just scared.” Softly I gay black twinks kissed the leg of his jeans, the rough fabric rubbing against my wet lips. I pushed my forehead against his knee and rubbed it lightly, kissing his leg again. “I’m sorry,” I said again. “It’s okay,” Jason said, but his voice was the gay black twinks same; sad. He put his hand down in my hair and stroked it softly. I closed my eyes and smiled, the feel of his large hand on my head comforting me. “But I’m serious, you know?” “I know,” I said, but I didn’t really. I heard what he was saying, but it didn’t register in my brain that he meant what he said. He said this gay black twinks every time. “I think,” he said, and paused. I heard him take a deep breath and his hand stopped playing with my hair. “I think we need some time apart.” I stopped rubbing my face against his leg. Not looking at him, just sitting there with my cheek pressed against the denim, I frowned. The tears that had so recently dried began to form again, and I choked back a sob. “What do you mean?” I asked, stupidly. Jason lived with me; where would he go to have some time away from me? “I mean,” he said, his voice shaking a little bit, “That I think I should go visit my parents for a while. I’ll still pay my half of the rent this month, and the bills…I know you can’t afford to take care of it yourself…but I just think we need some time apart.” “Are you breaking up with me?” I said, trying to control my voice. I didn’t want to get hysterical, which I knew from experience was bound to happen. No matter gay black twinks how hard I tried to control my anger and fear it always surfaced, and I always ended up screaming my head off before the night gay black twinks was over.

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