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I don’t need fake friends. I need friends that won’t give up on me.
“Because you smell keffing amazing and you’re smart and resourceful, and I like you.”
That makes her smirk, as if my discomfort brings her joy, and she has the cutest evil little smile of delight.
“So you have praxiians at home?” “We have house cats. They live in our houses and shit in boxes and claw up our furniture. And they eat mice.”
Chelsea might be a candle female. Tabitha is more of a “knives and garrotes” female.
“Everything all right with you?” Jrrru asks. “How’s the farm? The weaponry? Knives still sharp?”
He grunts approval. “You might put a weight on the end to give it momentum. When it hits, it’ll hurt more even if your swing isn’t precise.”
He wants me comfortable, and I like that most of all.
“It’s your fault for trying to break into my house.” “I wasn’t trying to break in. I was trying to jerk off on your door.”
“Because no matter what happened, no matter how angry or violent he was towards others, I knew I was safe with him. That he’d never harm a hair on my head. He’s my safe place.”
“Okay, if you’re asking, then I need you to know that if you asked me to stay, I’d stay forever.”
“Tonight, I’d like for you to wear nothing.” “Nothing?” I echo. “And I’ll wear your thighs over my shoulders.”
