Damir

Compliant as anyone can be in her situation she went to take a shower and be miserable there; like nobody’s done THAT before. Cliched reality was a normal occurrence in her life, even though she struggled to remove it.

Misery followed by the tears burning her soul and “…raindrops keep falling on my head.” She remembered kissing Miroslav on that bench while it was raining. Romantic, some people would say. Repulsive and so matter-of-fact, disgusting, she thought. How good he’d kissed her watermelon lips.

She needed the fierce connection and lustful kissing on the grass in the park.

Damir…

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