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People are supposed to change. You shouldn’t be the same person at forty that you were at eighteen. Your values generally remain constant, though. We started dating in college. Both of us had ugly breakups, and we got together to nurse each other’s wounds. I needed him to love me so I could love myself.
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I lie in bed, flushed and content, stretching my legs in a tangle of sweaty sheets. He strokes my thigh and tries to calm his breathing. This is what it’s supposed to be. It’s supposed to be fun. This is what I’ve missed all these years. Eighteen years, to be exact. Things get stale after
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What Happened to Eden 