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Sleep wrapped itself snug around her wrists and ankles and waist and pulled her down hard against the mattress.
but it felt just like home.
“It’s not true, though, right? Dad loves us.” “He loves me,” Daphne says crisply. “Your relationship with him is your own business.”
Oooooff ouch
she wanted to hurt Daphne, wanted to grab her and squeeze and squeeze until the flesh split open
her head tipped all the way back, the smooth skin of her throat stretched as taut as a fitted sheet straining across a mattress.
