she picks up a cushion and places it onto her lap as a shield against him.
"If you make love to me I won't lie about it. if I make love to you I won't lie about it."
she moves the cushion against her heart, as if she would suffocate that part of herself which has broken free.
"what do you hate the most?" he asks.
"A lie. And you?"
"Ownership," he
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