Something is wrong.
There's nothing wrong.
Something is wrong.
No, there isn't.
Something is wrong. Nothing is wrong! Something is wrong. Could we please not. Something is wrong. Shit, maybe something is wrong? Something is wrong. I checked around, nothing is fucked up more than usual. Something is wrong. Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk!!!
Everything is wrong.
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Gabe smiled at me, “Just open your mouth enough for me to see them teeth.”
No one except my mother had ever seen me open my mouth more than enough to speak. Not since mother told me how dangerous it was to talk about or show off my teeth, or talk about my sleep milk. You’re different and people are crude and mean to anything...
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Go lick the fucking sun, cheese grabber.
Loving me is like drinking sea water, only if you absolutely have to and only in very small doses even then.
I lay there at night and I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where every woman I knew who called me their friend wasn't just biding their time looking for an excuse or an in to hit on me or come at me out of the dark belching about yearnings I never suspected and do no not want to listen...
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