the house had to be at least a hundred metres away, if not more. And anytime I walked for too long, I suffered through the most unnerving sensation that I was going to poop out all my major internal organs. I didn’t need Zohro seeing me poop out anything else, thank you very much. I might have been pathetically in love with a man who basically saw me as a sister, but I could retain some of my shredded dignity. At least, I could fucking try!
