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trying to find a single smidgen of mental health (still searching)—I’d
“It’s so cold, I want to die,” she hissed in an inspirational display of mental toughness.
a rare type of shape-shifting creature that ate men. She inspired me.
“I’ll get that later,” I mumbled (I wouldn’t).
I’d never been particularly adept at physical fitness. I was good at calculating obscure mathematical problems and writing scintillating (inappropriate) fan fiction. I was a true Renaissance woman.
Karen was truly feral.
Oh great, men making all the important decisions. I was worried.
These were dark times. If he wanted lung cancer, then that was his prerogative.
“Yesss,” Nyx hissed encouragingly. “Ruin him. Men don’t deserve to feel good about themselves. Make him cry.”
From what I could tell, they were all emotionally stunted. I’d met organ snatchers who were more well-adjusted than them
These days, all I had was spite. I’m a strong independent woman.
Apparently, I had no innate sense of self-preservation. Yay?
He was a superiority complex in the flesh.
Either I was turning over a new leaf, or I was completely delusional. Only time would tell (it was definitely the latter).
I prefer men who don’t speak. Men should be seen—slaughtering and protecting—not heard. I’ve always said this.”
I’d always wanted to be involved in family drama, and this seemed extremely promising.
This entire experience (my life) was becoming increasingly more unfortunate.
Womanhood was complicated. Men could never understand the lifestyle.
