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“Stickuptheassitis.”
Lol
You can’t handle what I’m into.
I took perverse pleasure in the fact that I could rile her up so much.
“Did you just compare me to Voldemort?”
The Antichrist.
She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet.
It was a dirty, ugly want, tainted by the blood on my hands and a desire to drag her out of the sunshine and into my night.
