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“You pretty little scorpion on his nightstand. You mosquito flying into our bedroom, carrying all your bloody threats. Your lack of sickness, your threat of sting. Imagine me a frog, long tongue slithering out to swallow you whole. Imagine him, warm, asleep beside me. While you wait for his response, phone poised in your hand like a rattlesnake.”

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Book:Mouthful of Forevers
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