“Because no matter how hard I try to block you out and focus on other shit,” Atlas continues, his voice hoarse, “there you are in my head. The way you laugh. The way you fight. The way you move through the world like you were born to fucking rule it. I should have a thousand things on my mind every day, but instead, I only have one. A woman with teal hair, a vicious right hook, and a smile that could stop my fucking heart.”
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