“Last but not least.” I usually despise this, but with her gaze dragging to mine, I don’t mind it. The smile that comes over her as she gapes in my direction, makes me fucking needy for her. “Grim.” I tune out all the shouts. Despite her eagerness, it’s no greater than when she watched the others. She’s simply excited to be part of this adventure, this game she believes has a winner. How long will it take to break her? How long until she understands that winning has quite the cost? A friend, I assume, grabs her arm, and hangs all over her, dragging her attention away from me. I close my left
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