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I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't! She'd just been so distent, so frigid. She didn't even want me to touch her. And that look in her eye wasn't exactly friendly.
It's partly my fault, I know that. I was the one who had forced her to get an abortion. But I told her that first night, I asked her flat out if she was on the pill, and she'd lied. How was I supposed to know she'd end up pregnent?
Everything just sorta happened, I didn't plan it. Sheila had looked so good. And she'd talked to me, and actually listened. She understood me. Understood my pain.
But God, I still loved Dolores. Even now I still have feelings for her. When she told me about her past right there in the middle of Burger King I thought she'd gone mad. I swore to myself I would hate her forever. And then when I'd returned her televeision all of those familiar feelings came flooding back.
If I could go back and do it all again I would. I would treat Dolores the way she deserved to be treated. And I'd make sure she knew exactly how I felt.
I hope she's happy now with her new life, her new husband. I hope she never forgets the way things used to be, and she remembers the way I was. Love ya still, Home Ec.
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