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it wasnβt often that reality sucker punched him in the throat but whenever he looked at emilio was one of those times. β the hurt isnβt ever going to go away, is it ? β obie hated feelings , hated the way that his heart twisted in his chest as tea colored eyes ran over the maleβs form. β whatβre you doing here ? β pivoting the conversation away from the rhetorical question that unwittingly slipped from his lips.Β
















