I Dated a Guy Who Talked Like a Baby

He needed a mom, not a girlfriend

*Missy*

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The evening was going well. Smoke floated slowly above my incense holder, infusing my living room with sandalwood and citrus. The amethyst lights draped around my bookshelf twinkled, illuminating the sofa with a soft purple glow. Music vibrated from the Echo Dot on my table, providing background noise for our lively conversation.

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*Missy*

Working through my trauma one story at a time. Thanks for joining me on my journey.