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People assumed I behaved strictly on impulse, when actually, it required quite a bit of strategy to be this fucked up.
but it was a strange feeling to want to protect someone from others when I knew I’d be worse for her health than anyone else.
“You teach your daughter to hide in everyone else’s world,” I shot back, “and I’ll teach mine everyone else exists in hers. Go fuck yourself, and leave the kid alone.”
In fact, he was kind of an angel at the end. An angel with really black bat wings. Psycho.
People laughed and hooted, and I trained my ears, trying to figure out what was happening. Was that seriously a Bobby Brown song? “Oh, my God,” someone said and laughed. “What?” I asked. “What’s going on?” “Will Grayson is dancing,” Rika answered, sounding like she was embarrassed for him. “Oh, my God, he’s on a table.” Everyone in our area broke into laughter, and whatever he was doing must’ve been entertaining. “My Prerogative” blared, and I couldn’t help but smile and bob my head a little bit. It was a fun choice of music. I’d probably like Will.
