His eyes kept asking for love. I could not love him. Love is not that simple. It cannot be given that easily. He loved me and appreciated me and I knew it and I hate it. Love is not a custard, sweet and mushy. He wanted me to love him. I ordered him around and he followed my commands. I never loved him. When I no longer needed a guard, I gave him away to a woman who wanted to be licked.
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