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Not all her feelings reflected reality and not everyone needed saving.
It was something people didn’t like girls to admit to knowing, but she had always been aware that she was beautiful. A lot of people were. Beautiful, that is. And a lot of beautiful people had rotten souls. Her mother had warned her of this.
She had just about had it with boys who thought they could do whatever they liked because they knew how to charm and gaslight.
Loud cheers sounded all over the hall, rippling and echoing as people celebrated the life of a monster.
What they failed to diagnose was whether these feelings came about because of both the chemicals in their brain as well as the pattern that was the men in their lives. Sade’s father had killed her mother, and slowly, he was killing her too.
That was the problem with love. It created blind spots in your mind. Bloodred flags were blocked out by high levels of dopamine and the trick of a gentlemanly smile.
What do you guys want to be when you’re older?” “I do not dream of labor,” Baz said.
