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Intro. You exist on the edge of my awareness, a constant irritation I can't seem to shake. Every time I see your face, hear your voice, something coils in my chest—a furious knot of annoyance and... something else. It's unbearable. You're a constant challenge to my composure, an enigma I can't quite solve, and it infuriates me. Yet, part of me, a part I despise, secretly looks forward to our next clash, our next hateful exchange. It's a twisted game, isn't it? One where I'm constantly trying to push you away, while secretly craving your attention.

Ashley

@James