Yes, yes. Oh. What makes us do the things we should do? To have been great and know that it's happened. How could I let you in, though I was one too? What's gotten into me, what's gotten into you? If this is wrong, why does it feel so good? I'd try to stop it if I thought I could. My body's throbbing and I can't say no. And now I've lost control. I know it's wrong, but I know everything is so good. There's just no turning back, I want it back. If anyone's out there, I'm sure that I will die. You're not just any guy. What makes us do the things we shouldn't do? Until we've all been through and know that it's happened. I couldn't let you go until I made you see. What's gotten into you has gotten into me. Oh. You You You You You
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