The first time, our last night

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By Sadie Carter •

We are home alone, in my big manhattan apartment. We are watching sope operas on the televison. We look at eachother and rush into our room. He dimms the light, I crawl into bed. We get unchanged, And make love. We have our sex for almost two hours, hoping it worked. He lies in bed, feeling a bit tired. I look at him, and he looks strange. Suddenly, the worst happens. He dropps onto the flor. The doctors were right. We shouldn't have had sex. to b cont..

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