She nods, and her breathing slows. Relief washes off her in waves. “Are you …” She pauses suggestively.
Am I what?” Is she asking about the demon?
Seeing anyone.”
I shake my head. “I almost was, but he …”
“He? You were dating a boy?” She seems disappointed.
OH GOOD! BIPHOBIA! FML FML FML FML
— Feb 01, 2025 12:22PM
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