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My motto is: If I have to suck someone dry every few weeks, why not make it a Goldman Sachs executive?
“Couldn’t bear to let someone else butcher me, huh?”
“I know what’s mine,”
“And I assure you, when I look at you, I feel anything but that.”
“I might not remember my name, or anything about who I am. But I could never be near you and not know exactly what you are to me.”
“No. No, we haven’t. How do you even . . . ?” “I know your smell. I know your skin. Your hair. It’s all familiar. I have it all memorized. And I dream of you—of this. So many dreams, all so different, we must have done it a million times, in a million different ways. Tell me what you’re hiding from me, let’s get this over with, and then let’s do it a million more times.”
missed you. Watching you. Observing you. I just . . . liked you. It was a new feeling for me, wanting to know someone. Wanting to be known by them as I truly am. So I tried to do that.”
