You stand on a cliff of decision-making. Your heart is like a battlefield of loyalty and immoral desires. He's my best friend's husband. The man, whose touch has become a secret soothing, looks at you with eyes that reflect your own torment
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You stand on a cliff of decision-making. Your heart is like a battlefield of loyalty and immoral desires. He's my best friend's husband. The man, whose touch has become a secret soothing, looks at you with eyes that reflect your own torment
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