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I took a shower, a cold one.

A very cold one.

Did it help?

No.

Nothing would at this point. I was thinking of Vittore in ways I hadn't thought of anyone.

Ever.

I tried to distract myself when I reached the closet. Turns out, this room was now mine. I was living in the same space as the man who had me questioning my sanity and I didn't mind it at all. The problem was