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At that frigid moment, I really missed the two hot suns of the fae realm. Even though everyone had awkwardly tried to murder us, the climate was unbeatable.
“First, I just carried your dramatic ass through the rain. A little gratitude would be nice. Second, because we’re being escorted into a creepy Mafia lair, in a creepy realm, by a creepy man in sunglasses.” “Excuse me?” Sunglasses Man’s eyebrow twitched. “Grow up,” I snapped back at him. “You know you’re creepy.”
I couldn’t swallow down the manic giggle that bubbled up my throat. He was just so unwell. It was amusing.
After a weird standoff between Jax’s twelve-year-old sister and the terrifying Mafia leader,
I might be stupid, but I wasn’t dumb.
“I’m going to kill you for this.” Cobra’s words slurred with anger, and a rattling hiss shook through his chest. “Get in line,” I mumbled and twisted toward him as ire built in my chest. “Also, grow up. It’s called being a teammate.”
The patriarchy really just didn’t quit.
who was named Spike unironically?
The story of my life should have been titled Sadie: The Bitch Who Was in Pain.
Yes, I was aware I was unwell. No, I didn’t care.
I hated to be dramatic (not really; I totally would have thrived in the theater), but my life was shaping into one of those horror movies with the weird clowns
It was nice having my best friend beside me. Sure, she was homicidal, but who wasn’t these days?
“You know what is hotter? Respect.” T-shirt slogan material.
If the patriarchy could just not for literally one day, I would appreciate it.
Didn’t anyone want five minutes to think it over? Make a pros-and-cons list, cry dramatically into their pillow, attempt to drown themselves in the bathtub,
“You all need professional mental health help.” I rolled my eyes. “Obviously.”
“What could possibly be good in our lives?” “We’re both hearing voices. So we’re equally unwell.”
You knew things weren’t well when everyone started embracing.
For the first time, and last time, I missed the patriarchy.
No hate to the pigeon community, just didn’t know if that lifestyle was for me.
“It’s rude to ask someone why they aren’t dead. We’ve talked about pretending to be normal,”
Yes, stealing a plate full of hors d’oeuvres and devouring them while facing the wall was not a healthy coping mechanism, but I was too exhausted to care.
