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You’re too old to play dumb. It’s not cute.”
Even my inner voice slurs as I give myself another internal pep talk.
They say comparison is the thief of joy, and comparing how different my life might look if one tiny interaction hadn’t happened is definitely doing that.
The entire thing is profoundly stupid.
his dick has quite literally rendered me speechless.
“Yeah. You’ve got this whole angry little Tinkerbell vibe happening. I dig it.”
“What about some orange juice in a champagne flute?” Summer offers sweetly. Willa makes a groaning noise. “That’s just offensive.”
I don’t hate him. I am indifferent toward him.
I feel ready to kick ass and take names.
she’s smiling up at me like I hung the moon.
It’s an opinion surplus sale in that house. Buy one, get ten.”

