Paranoia, sexual jealousy or otherwise, is a landing with many open doors, each a stormy vortex of grim possibility. If you enter them, my love, one or many, don't ask me for a rope or lifeguard ring. What you got yourself into, get yourself out of and lock those damn doors for good.
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