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August 27, 2011

By Pia_HainzCiavelli, St.James, Jamaica

I am an awful person. The feeling starts to come over me now, just as it usually does just after we finish. This isn’t love. This isn’t a causal relationship. We don’t meet to have friendly conversation. We meet to do what we both agreed was no strings attached relationship; if this was even a relationship. As I lay here now, I thought about a lot of things. I thought about how many other people like me and Demitri had done the things we had in this bed in the dingy motel we were forced to meet in so his girlfriend wouldn’t find out. His girlfriend. His wonderful girlfriend. She had barely walked away when he first approached me with his deal. I remember the conversation clearly.

“Jamie!” he called out after me. His girlfriend didn’t even turn around to look, and she was only a few metres away.

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