Poughkeepsie, Ch 57
Do I believe in true love? I do. Do I believe true love equals happiness? I do not. Life can step in and fuck up even that beautiful concept.
Can I state for the record, here and now, that I love Mouse? I want him to knit me up a blanket out of his the threads of his mysterious intelligence and cunning. Then wrap me up in it, pat me on the head, and tell me to "shut the fuck up already, and pass out".
As for Bella and Edward...run, bitches, run!
Do I believe in true love? I do. Do I believe true love equals happiness? I do not. Life can step in and fuck up even that beautiful concept.
Can I state for the record, here and now, that I love Mouse? I want him to knit me up a blanket out of his the threads of his mysterious intelligence and cunning. Then wrap me up in it, pat me on the head, and tell me to "shut the fuck up already, and pass out".
As for Bella and Edward...run, bitches, run!
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