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“I don’t want to be a main character. I want to be that statue in the corner of the room that sometimes gets mistaken for a ghost and scares the shit out of people.”
Same
“We need a task force that stops white men from starting podcasts for no reason.”
She’s certain he’s 11 percent human and 89 percent homicidal robot.
She’s an acquired taste, like fernet or oysters. Never fits in. Too weird. She was never all the fishes in the sea. She was the junky thing found in the bottom of a drawer.
She stares into the sun, sacrificing her retinas so she doesn’t have to make eye contact with Nathaniel.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, taking her in his arms. “My morbid little beauty.”
He can’t help but want to take care of her. Maybe it’s the doctor in him. Maybe it’s because he actually cares about this chaotic girl. The thought of her being without sugar terrifies him.
“You are that person for me,” he says softly. “And you don’t have to wear pearl earrings.”
“I love you. I am utterly and unfathomably in love with you, Ashabelle Keller.”
