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I felt bad, like it was my fault and I should somehow be different. And that's how they get you, boys like them. The obligation to protect them from the insecurities by conceding, bending. ![]() I glanced at the barista and mouthed "sorry." But what for? Sorry for crying? Sorry for being angry? It was Thom's fault. Boys are so skilled at drawing apologies when they're the ones that owe them. ![]() Call Me Evie by J.P. Pomare ![]() |
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