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He's supposed to be the "good one"... We met in a bar deep in the woods.He smiled at me. I didn't smile back.He wanted to talk. I wanted pleasure.We clawed and writhed and moaned for seven dark evenings.Then he left me with vibrations I would feel even a year later. Now, I'm out of the woods and into the bright, hot sun of LA.It's the last place I want to be. But there he is. In the light. His smile as radiant as the sun. With the light, however, come truths we hadn't shared.