I hate it when I get out of control.
Get him off me.
OUT of me.
It's all I can think about.
I turn around thinking I've felt his breath on the back of my neck.
Or his foot go to play footsies with mine.
His hands down my back.
I hate it.
But that doesn't get channeled into that.
It gets channeled into this.
I'm sory.
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