Virginia Woolf, Jane Austen, Anne Brontë – Rose My lips threaten to rise, and it takes all my strength not to smile. I begin typing and speaking at the same time. “Katarina just notified me that she’s on her way,” I lie. Though after reading a quick email this morning, I do know she’s coming later. Fuck. Kill. Marry. I type back and hit send before pocketing my phone.
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