I couldn’t sleep without her anyway. Forget that Henry was texting me, begging for me to come take her off him like she was a new puppy crying in the bathroom. I couldn’t sleep without her because even before any of the shit that would happen to us happened, we’d managed to sew ourselves into one. Whenever I could at school, I’d sneak into her dorm. Whenever we were home, I’d sneak into her bed. We weren’t fused yet, but we were fusing, actively and in real time. And fuck her for that — fuck her for that then, fuck her for that now — but back then it was three in the morning and I was there
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