“To put it simply,” he ventures once he’s pulled himself together. “I want to burn something down, and you know how to light fires.”
“Wow.” I take out a fresh pack of Luckies and peel the plastic off. “That sounds like a very poetic way of calling me a criminal with no impulse control.”
You don’t understand, I adore them
— Oct 21, 2025 08:20AM
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