Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and I felt my body both tense up in anxiety and sag in relief at the same time. Molloy was supposed to be coming over tonight. I didn’t want it, at least, I didn’t want her here, but I was working really hard on keeping the lines of communication open, and putting momentous effort into not shutting her out. That was all she wanted from me. Honesty was only thing she ever asked me for. It seemed to be working in my favor, too. The more I let her in, the more she rewarded me. Sometimes, I felt like a fucking dog bringing her a stick just for a
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