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Just once, I wished someone else would make a goddamn decision so I didn’t have to think so fucking much all the time.
Men like my father were why patricide was a thing.
Other families might show their affection for each other the normal way, open and easy, but in the Trocci household, our love language was antagonism. This exchange was my and Alec’s fucked-up way of saying we’d missed each other.
“do you want the longer version involving my AO3 addiction in high school, or the abridged version?”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IS THIS MY FIRST CANNIBAL?”
“Jesus, Vinny,” the guy sitting next to him moaned. “Did you eat gluten again?” Vinny gave us an apologetic shrug. “We went to my Ma’s house for dinner. What was I supposed to do? Tell her I couldn’t eat her food?”
I’m not that shy girl anymore.” “What shy girl? The one I remember wrote me an explicit, two-sided note telling me all the things she wanted to do to my dick.” “She was tame in comparison.”
My mind screamed, Bad idea! but my hormones were like, Step aside, bitch.
I’d meant to apologize to Lauren yesterday and then have a real conversation, not desecrate a holy space with her.
