“Not as beautiful as you,” he whispers. “Fuck off with that,” I gasp immediately, unbidden. Jesus. What did I say? Like some other power controls my mouth and it’s a nonstop litany of shit. Blake laughs with delight, as if I’d said the most clever and witty thing. It’s mortifying. Once, I was good with words. Supposedly they’re my thing. Clearly, that’s a pack of lies now.
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