Emma Larsson

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“That kid doesn’t absolve you.” Rika inches in front of me again, trying to catch my eyes. “He doesn’t make your past go way or make you better than her.” I get in her face, gritting out. “Move.” But she doesn’t. “You tied me to a bed,” she says. “Kissed me. Bit me. Even as I cried.”
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