PLAYING WITH FIRE
Playing With Fire
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. I held her hand tightly, because I could. It’s what she wanted. It was sure as hell what I wanted. She was visiting me from out of state and I was showing off the city. We had been wandering around Manhattan all day and now long into the evening. It was New Years Eve…