It could have been—it didn’t have to be obscene. I was prepared. But it’s this, is it? No enigma, no dignity, nothing classical, portentous, only this—
I did not realise how weird that looks
… oh dear lord. I sit like this all the time. If my legs are crossed, they are crossed like this. Always. Eternally. And...
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NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY