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“I don’t miss drinking,” he continued. “But I do miss having a crutch. At first, I’d look at sober people like, damn, y’all really out here feeling everything?”
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nostalgic for it before it had even ended
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Listen to me, she thought. I get one slice of dick and turn into a wide-eyed Disney princess.
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Running away wasn’t empowering. An empowered woman would’ve indulged.
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When someone went too long without touch, they became hypersensitive to the slightest graze.
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Why do you keep writing about me?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Apparently not.”
“I’m not just writing about you,” said Shane. “I’m writing to you.”
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“You burst into my solitude, demanding to be seen. You were overwhelming. Just wild and weird and brilliant, and I never had a choice. I liked everything about you. Even the scary parts. I wanted to drown in your fucking bathwater.”
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“So. You had to make me evil, huh? A vampire?”
“If the fangs fit,” she shot back. “Did you have to make me an adorable runaway with a heart of gold?”
“I didn’t make you that. You were that.”
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They walked down the hallway, cool, calm. But the second they hit the exit doors, they linked hands and ran. Wherever Shane was going, she was going, too.
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everyone could trace their bloodline to the same eighteenth-century pair: a French plantation owner and an enslaved African woman.