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“I glare at him. ‘As a figment of my imagination, I demand you stop insulting me.’ I press my fingernails into the grooves of the bite-marks again and shut my eyes. ‘And go away.” — Elizabeth May
I glare at him. ‘As a figment of my imagination, I demand you stop insulting me.’ I press my fingernails into the grooves of the bite-marks again and shut my eyes. ‘And go away.