I don’t think you understand what it took for me to stop wanting you. When you went with him, and I with her, there was always that nagging feeling that I was wrong. I’m so sorry. I had to do something. So I tried to kill that feeling. But it wouldn’t die. I kept stabbing at it, and it bled everywhere. Oh, God. Everywhere. I still can’t wash it off.
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| — | A monologue. |
