“I love you.”
Kitay gave her a tired smile. “I know.”
Rage and grief were so different. Rage gave her the power to burn down countries. Grief only exhausted her.
Didn’t every woman feel like a little girl when their dad gave them a good hug? Didn’t everyone just want to stay there until the monsters went away?
No?
Well, good for you and your independence then. Pop some champagne and celebrate. Congrats, you made it into adulthood. Me, not so much. I would take my dad’s hugs over anything.
“Look good, feel good,” I had heard a woman at the bar say before.
“Look like shit, feel like bigger shit,” I said to the mirror and gave myself a thumbs-up.
"You gave me yout trust, your submission, your love."
LOGAN: I should have kissed you.
...
ME: Yes. You should have. Then I could have been spared the awkward wave I gave.
LOGAN: But the REALLY awkward wave was cute.
Nezha gave her a smile. A real smile. “I like when we’re on the same side.”
“Me too,” she said, and that, finally, wasn’t a lie. How desperately she wished they could stay that way.
On my second arrest I refused to sign anything or to answer any questions. But I betrayed this principle once. One time an investigator gave me a question in written form (the interrogation protocol): "What role do you play in the national movement of Crimean Tatars?" "Oh, that question I'll be glad to answer," I said. "Write: 'A normal role. One of a Crimean Tatar who wants to return home to her native land, Crimea!'" Of course, the
investigator did not write down such an answer.
Me: Are you single?
Olivia: My boyfriend would be furious if he knew I gave my number to some random biker.
Olivia: I’m kidding. I’m not a very funny person. But yes, I’m as single as they come. How about you?
Me: I don’t do relationships.
Olivia: What do you do then?
I drug my sister nearly every night, cuddle her in her unconscious state, clean her apartment, and one time, I stuck my cock in her. I probably shouldn’t say that though.
Ulan karı... Allah seni de kahretsin ben ne okuyorum böyle
"Elizabeth-Jane is not your Elizabeth-Jane. Our child died three months after you sold me. This living one is my other husband's. I gave her the same name as the first - she filled up the ache I felt at the other's loss."
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