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“I don’t want you to tell the world we weren’t monsters. We were.” “Then what do you want?” Leaning close enough for me to catch the faint whiff of blood and mint on her breath, Bunny looks me dead in the eye, keeping me prisoner just as much as her. “I want you to tell them why.”
The Death of Us
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