He won't tell me where he works. I reached out to that rage. Which always meant he'd gotten a haircut, recently. There were no thoughts.
Couldn't say it out loud. He did it the only way he knew how, by forcing my legs apart with his hips, so I couldn't just go to my knees and lift him off. Tell me all of it, Bert, so far I wouldn't have turned it down. You're saying the blood oath makes this impossible? Not impossible, but harder.
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