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Python:If you want me to maintain my sanity, then yes. We need to.

Me:Fine.

Me:I got scared.

Python:I need more.

Me:I knew it wouldn’t be enough either.

Python:And why is that a bad thing?

Me:It’s not, at least logically I know it’s not, but it’s scary, Robbie. You’re…so much more than I am. You scare me.

Python:I don’t feel like it’s in a bad way though.

Me:It’s really not, and that’s also something that scares me.

Python:I don’t scare you, Monty—I push you out of your comfort zone.

Python:Something you crave and equally hate.

Me:I know.

Me:I just…I don’t know what we’re doing here.

Python:Banging.

Me:Robbie…

Python:What? That’s what we’re doing. We’re sleeping together, having fun, enjoying just being.

Python:Can’t we just be, Monty? We don’t have to make this anything serious. We can just enjoy each other.

Python:And bang—lots and lots of banging.

Me:I did rather like that part.

Python:Trust me, baby, I know. I’ve got the scratches to prove it.

Me:I did not scratch you!

Python:No, but you should. It’s hot.

Me:You’re so annoying.

Python:Admit it, it’s one of your favorite qualities of mine.

Me:Totally not.

Python:Monty?

Me:Yes?

Python:We’re cool, right? We’re good to just keep this light and fun and let it happen how it happens?

Me:I’m scared.

Python:Then walk away.

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