I think he was going for my hair to pull me off his wife. No one at work at nearly two in the morning, fucking slackers. Nathaniel had to work himself inside me. I whispered, Get out of my head.
Of course, I didn't own a computer, so what did it matter to me?Raven-hair said in a voice that was breathy with nervousness, Your pictures were amazing. The teasing tone made me smile. Who am I to do that, ma petite? Who am I to decide who will live on, and who will die in their appointed time? Who are you to play God? I asked. Contentment like a great warm ocean that filled him, floated him, held him, rocked him.
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