“Trust me — my friends aren’t like that. You could show up in a trash bag and they’d love you for it.” “You calling me trash, Robbins?” “If you’re trash, then I’m a dumpster diver.”
I always made sure she was open to touching before I attempted — because I know if anyone tried to touch me while I was two seconds away from vomiting, I’d fucking deck them.
True that
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