There are nights when my girlfriend finds me sitting on the terrace in the middle of the night just a bathrobe and complete silence, watching the foggy darkness. She asks me what’s wrong. I say nothing is wrong. it just doesn’t make sense. She begs me to talk to her and let
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There are nights when my girlfriend finds me sitting on the terrace in the middle of the night just a bathrobe and complete silence, watching the foggy darkness. She asks me what’s wrong. I say nothing is wrong. it just doesn’t make sense. She begs me to talk to her and let