Why would he just hang out and watch? “Because it was pretty,” he finally said. Pretty? “You asked me why you?” he said, holding me to him, my back pressed into his chest. “That’s why. You’re pure.” Pure? What…? Did he want to make me impure now or…? “Your parents are bad,” he explained. “Your sister lacks any depth to be interesting, and I hate my house. It’s so dark there.” He paused, then continued. “It all fucking disappeared when you were dancing, though. It made the world prettier. I liked it.” “So, what?” I argued. “You wanna lock me in your basement to dance for you on command? Is that
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