A Hotel Room in Paris

Whatever happens in the end, she said, I don’t want to lose you as a friend.

He looked into her eyes. I promise I will never be your friend, no matter what, ever…

Her voice cracked. If we fuck, I’m going to feel like shit tomorrow.

That’s OK with me, he said. He lifted her shirt over her head.

I love you, she said. I never hurt on purpose.

He nodded. I don’t care.

He would not be going to Italy…

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a television version of a person with a broken heart
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