back when everything on a woman’s body was real and not up for questioning. She was the girl next door type of pretty, the one whose mother never let her come outside to play with the neighborhood kids because they’d turn her into a hot girl. But ultimately, she ends up with a block boy, anyway. That’s how Ever’s epilogue would end her story with me being her love interest, but I was far from a fucking block boy. I was more of a sit at the head of the table and call the shots type of nigga. The type
