I was not prepared for him. The black leather jacket and the hint of a dark world running underneath of which I was innocent except in my dreams (wink, wink). I was always afraid for myself. It was the beginning of a painful and fated encounter. Behind his tough exterior, he was vulnerable, wounded, and filled with self-loathing. In the presence…

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