Give you whatany you want, Chessiebomb. Anything.
Stacia KaneMots clés terrible
Just thinking about him made her smile, sent a cheerful little shiver up her spine. Love was terrifying and weird, and sometimes uncomfortable. But it was so fucking sweet
Stacia KaneThou mutters, Miss Putnam. Speak up.”
Like she couldn’t hear. She’d hear Chess if Chess ran to the other end of the room, covered her mouth with her hands, and whispered “Fuck you,” but she couldn’t hear Chess standing four feet away from her.
She wasn’t going to lie and she wasn’t going to try to hide Terrible or who he was. She loved him and he was hers, and that made her so proud her chest hurt, and if anybody didn’t like it they could go fuck themselves.
Stacia KaneBump looked from one of them to the other.
“What we fuckin got here, you playin a fuckin show-an-tell? I ought should go get me something for holding up, an join the fuck in?
She’d really made the fuckup that kept on fucking up, hadn’t she?
Stacia KaneAin’t got no shit to fuckin worry on, dig. Ladybird good enough to handle any all comes she fuckin way.
Stacia KaneWell, lookee there. Be a fuck of a night, yay?
Stacia KaneOh shit, she'd done that wrong, hadn't she? She'd said that wrong, he didn't understand what she meant. She'd thought he would know, that he'd be able to read between the lines and understand, but what if he hadn't? SHould she say more? But how much more?
Stacia KaneIt was like digging for gold in a garbage pile. And if that little analogy didn't tell her something, she didn't know what could.
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