The first time I found a chat room, they seemed so strange. Were those really people that were enter those words into the box on my screen? Some of them seemed to be having normal conversations, while
'Why can't I just talk to you?' Steve pleaded with me. Somewhere inside of me I felt bad for him. He shouldn't have attached himself to me. I was never going to be vulnerable again
When I moved into my big condo, with the secured front gate downstairs, it felt so right. It felt so safe. It wasn't like living in some melted downtown apartment where you had to worry about eve
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