this isn't, she says, shortly, what i thought it would be like. her fingernails are chipped, ragged, blood in the creases of her pale skin and under the nails; she sees him looking and feels the need to quantify. i don't bite them, she says, quietly, i just-- pick. kind of. it's a bad habit; one day i'll break it.
like you, is the unspoken
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(and I have a thing for pieces with nameless people)
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(nameless people are the best, because then i don't have to start epics about them. usually.)
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