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Yena's insecurities were soap bubbles that I had to keep popping, like in that game you play on your phone, but new ones kept appearing and I didn't want to lose, I didn't want to lose her, because she laughed at my jokes and told me I was beautiful... and at night, when she was lying with her head against my chest, which fit exactly because she was so petite, she made my heart beat slower - yes, slower, and that was exactly what I needed. > Show books by men too? > Aahh! Never mind! The...