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All I want to do is break her. Shatter her into pieces. And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own. I don’t care if they don’t fit—I’ll fucking make them.
Men have a unique way of killing my mood every time I come within ten feet of them.
but I feel the man’s eyes linger on my face, caressing my cheek like a feather tracing across skin.
UNKNOWN: Sneaking off with random men, little mouse? If I catch his hands anywhere near you, they’ll end up in your mailbox by morning.

