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“Oh, look,” Alistair says. “Boobs.”
If one could die from embarrassment, I’d be a corpse now.
“Don’t pray to God when you’re being licked by the devil himself.”
They’re my monsters now.
“You are everything I need right now.”
“Command me some more. I might grow to like it.”
“I would rather cut off my own finger than leave you alone,”
“I’ll bring him fucking hell for you.”