my eyes trace the designs carved into the oak as i calmly tell him that my heart's already trapped in a boys body that should have been six feet in the ground a little more than a year ago. he tells me that I'm a sadistic bitch who will never treat guys like they're human beings. i slowly drag my eyes up to meet his, as we both reach for the bottle
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