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EPILOGUE KILLIAN TWO YEARS LATER I’ve come to the realization that there are too many irritating people in my and Glyndon's life. More specifically, people who think it’s such a great idea to steal her time from me. My tolerance level concerning that is slowly but surely fading out, and I can’t be held responsible for the hell that will break loose when I reach my limit. In fact, that limit was fully breached around two years ago, soon after we started our relationship, but I made the mistake of promising to see things from her perspective. At that time, it was the only thing that would make her trust me enough to be with me. But now, I have to accept that she actually needs friends. That she wants to be recognized for who she is. That as much as I want to spend every waking moment buried deep inside her or just holding her in my arms, she needs something as blasphemous as going out with friends and colleagues and all the fucking charade. But I understand. Not really. Not even fucking