90s West Coast Vibes

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I’m jolted awake, my brain opening up like a portal into the universe. I kiss him and I taste his mouth. I taste HIM. Not the mask, not the pretender. I taste the fucking animal. That animal is hungry. It attacks my mouth. It bites my lips. It swallows me whole.
There Are No Saints (Sinners, #1)
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