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And they’re not bodybuilder's muscles—they are the firm muscles of a man who does manual labor for a living. So I’m staring. So sue me.
Devastatingly handsome.
It’s physically painful that I can’t be with this man.
That can’t be the last time. It can’t. I saw the way he was looking at me.
His other favorite way to taunt me is keeping a jar of peanut butter in our pantry, even though he knows that she’s allergic.
bitch
u r
fucking
lying?!?
…!??.
“There is no justice for men like him. No jail. No punishment for murdering my sister. So I decided to punish him. Myself.”
yes
“she was with me dude!”
She thinks I’m insane. It’s become a familiar feeling.
It’s such a shame,” she says, “that he never really learned. I’m glad you stepped up and taught him a lesson.”
holy fucking ending
“can you help me, Millie?” “Yes,” I say. “I believe I can.”
HOLY FUCKING ENDING.
