Courtnee G.

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And I was too tired to deny: I was falling apart. I hated it—the weakness, the frustration, the wet rolling down my cheeks. Girls like me weren’t supposed to get tired or fall apart. I was supposed to be exceptional, every time.
I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me (I Feed Her to the Beast, #1)
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