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We slept in this morning and she had to get ready in a hurry - no time for her usual attention to detail - and she ran out the door, slamming it behind her, leaving her keys swinging and janglin
Stayed in bed until I heard the downstairs door shut, then peeked through the blinds and as soon as she was out of sight, I went for the keys. she never tried to make a secret of the box or the
It was locked or even where she kept it. but as I said at the time - if you've nothing to hide, why hide it? It's one of those wee red cashbox things and she keeps it in a drawer by the bed, under some pictures and books. every key she has is on the same keyring - it took me a while to find the right o
Don't know, I suppose I've had my doubts for a while. there's been hushed phone-calls virtually every night, her friends stop talking when I come in the room and they look at each other, and i
Know, it's just a feeling. anyway, I eventually found the right key and it fitted perfectly in. I put the box on top of the bed and opened it up...
There were these pictures of friends and ex's, letters, postcards, doodles, nothing bad - and then I found some sort of sex diary and I went to the latest entry. it explicity detailed a recent a
Ure up the park with a boy she said she had forgotten about...
And it got worse as it went on. the dates never made sense, there were people I had never even heard of. eventually I had to stop reading it because I started to feel sick. so I put everything b
He way I found it, shut the drawer and phoned you. see, I don't know what to do. I keep having fantasies about leaving her dictaphone under the pillow or following her when she goes to work. i'v
N lying about where I'm going, just in case I can bump into her.
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