‘I could take my skirt off if you’d like’. Lilah Daily was one fucked up girl, and nothing made me sadder than sitting on the old living-room floor, her head leaning gently against my shoulder. She knew too well the feeling of loss, a curtain of silk hair sweeping the side of her face as she softly kissed my collar bone. ‘Lih-‘ I raised my hand
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