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It was the usual routine. Like some kind of a ritual he went through in his mind. When it was all over she would start getting dressed. He would watch her, observing every move she made with equal intensity as he did when she had no clothes on. He imagined what she was thinking right at that moment.
He thought about her going back. Back to her life. Did she go through the same things in her mind? Did she have the same questions? Did she rationalize the same way? Did she beg her heart to be quite so she could listen to her brain, like he did? Was it easy for her? It wasn’t for him.
Then at the inevitable moment of parting he would put on a brave face when they agreed to meet again. Then they would go their separate ways. Just like they always did. And just like always the ‘what if’ questions would tear at him.
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