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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.
“Acting like that time with her wasn’t the only fucking time I didn’t hate fucking.”
No. The boy didn’t hurt me. Not yet, anyway. In fact, he was kind of an angel at the end. An angel with really black bat wings. Psycho.
