But who the hell doesn’t have baggage these days? The deprecating shit he thinks of himself is conjured by his own head and the lingering voice of our stepfather. Truth be told, I depend on him just as much as he does me. The only difference between us is that I’ve grown more hardened by this fucked up world. Yet this pint-sized girl has him wrapped around her finger. The problem with that, is he’s not the only one who’s staring at Saylor with hearts
