Morgan VanderWeele

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I cross my arms in front of myself and lean against the post of the bed. She wasn’t cute. I mean, she was attractive, if you were into her kind. You know. The innocent, girl next door, ‘I bat my fucking lashes and shake my pom-poms and get whatever the fuck I want’ kind. Never been into that. They’re too easy. They say yes to everything and never challenge you because they’re so thirsty for your attention. She is one of them.
War and his Queen (Carpe Noctem)
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