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“Let’s just agree to be straight with each other,”
Lol
Gwen was desperate for her bed. She had been pretending to herself that her book was just so scintillating she couldn’t possibly retire yet, but in reality she had read the same line five times in a row and not taken in a word.
Whoops thats literally me rn
“I recall you had no trouble renaming my cat…” “That’s because your cat has a stupid Arthurian name.” “Good point,” Gabriel said, looking up at him and raising an eyebrow, “Arthur.”
“It’s my bleed,” she said bluntly. “It hurts. A lot.” “Oh,” said Gwen, somewhat relieved that Bridget wasn’t in danger of dying imminently of some obscure illness. “Oh. You should have said something! Is it always like this?” “Yes,” said Bridget, through gritted teeth. “Or worse.”
Gay AND endo or Pcos, double fucked in this time period
“Put your hand on my shoulder.” “Why?” “So I can flip you like a wrestler,” Arthur said. “Why do you think?”
“I made you a false mustache!” Arthur said, outraged. “I did crafts for you! The least you can do is act grateful.” “Thank you for my cat-hair mustache,”
“He grows on you.” “Like mold,” said Gwen. “Like one of those plants that strangles trees.”
“Does this … does this bird look agitated to you?” “Birds can’t look agitated.” The crow in question was standing right next to Arthur, doing a strange little dance—it kept turning its head from side to side, skipping away a few steps and then returning. “Oh,” said Sidney. “That bird looks extremely agitated.”
