"I never like to play second fiddle. But I can smell it on his breath. Ice cream, purchased from FroGro and eaten a few hours ago. I know where he’s been and I know he still wants me. And after all these months, I can’t resist. It’s late. I sit on the counter, condensation dripping down the sides of my cup. He unwraps the straw and sticks it in. He lifts me to his mouth and takes a sip.  I wish he wanted me and only me, but alas, since he does not, it's comforting to know he always wants me last"


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