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We met online but got drinks in public. It's safer that way, friends said. I don’t know how many drinks I had—he covered the check like a gentleman. Wrapped his arm around mine to teach me how to throw darts so they stuck. Forever.
We met again, and again. But a relationship doesn’t grow in public. I just wanted to show him where I lived; my home. He had other ideas. He had other wants I wasn’t ready for yet. But that didn’t matter. He worked around me to get inside me.
Will I ever get him out?
About the Creator
Allison Baggott-Rowe
I am an author pursuing my MA in Writing at Harvard. For fun, I mentor kids in chess, play competitive Irish music, and performed in Seattle with Cirque du Soleil. I also hold my MA in Psychology and delivered a TEDx talk about resiliency.



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