and my whole life, I’ve run right in after her. But I’m not chasing her this time. Not with her looking at him like that. Like it’s not just naffing, likes there’s feelings there that she doesn’t know about yet, like the flower’s taming a new fox. She’s standing there on that table with her hands on his chest, calming him down like you would a spooked horse and fuck it, I’m out of here. I can’t watch this. Not again. Can’t call it with Jordan anymore either, because fuck Parks with her hands on his chest, with his hands on her waist like she’s his and not mine, like she might actually be his
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