I woke up from that dream I keep having about you. You come to visit for a weekend, and things go great. We share a bed for one last night, but you make me promise to not tell your boyfriend. I tell you I miss you so much that I would gladly lie for one more night together. The following day we go that local pizza place. The one with the greasy toppings and fresh mozzarella. Your boyfriend meets us to pick you up.
That's when I stab him in the neck. I hear Mexico is nice this time of year.
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