| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - She needed to forget about him, to hate him, to do anything other than hurt every time she thought about him.Which was often.Flashes of memory floated forward, forcing her to recall the way she pushed him into that on-call room, the tender way he touched her, the softness in his features as he locked eyes with her before gently laying her down on the bed.
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