“I don’t want to do this anymore.” His words are a wrangled sob, blubbery as he wipes at his eyes. “But I don’t know how to be without you. I’ve tried. But . . . Goddamn it, Paloma, loving you hurts.”
IT FEELS LIKE I'M GETTING HIT BY A FUCKING CAR😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
— May 09, 2026 07:45AM
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