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And the siuy attackedto have sex with me He works for them I know this I’, but I’veup He’s definitely one of them All cocky, charismatic, and calm He seemed very sure of himself

Didn’t he?

But why didn’t he kill me? Or take me back?

I look around for my phone and spy it on the table next to the pills I scoot across the bed and grab it so I can searchthere Ees e me He asked me… damn I can’t recall what, but I ju and then I walked hoe--the one that’s not here--and I took the pills and went to bed to ride it out

But… I look down ata pink tank top and white boy short underwear I smell my skin Nope, no trace of the ocean I sed the sheets?

Because there’s no sand in the bed None betweenshould be on the floor where I usually throw theh as I get up and pad over to the kitchen to start soh on Ativan more often Apparently stoned Harper is a neat freak"

Or…

Beautiful caed ht

Or…

God, I hate the incessant sub-vocalization of ined the whole thing? Maybe there was no man on the pier? Maybe I took the pills and all that stuff was nothing et out of this house How long can one person talk to they? I have no idea, but I’uy was a dream, who cares If he was here to takehalf naked in o so I was out and it’s seven thirty On cue, a rurab a pair of cut-off shorts from my dresser, slip into a fresh bra, and shimmy into a white tank top Hair is never more than a pony-tail, so I just smooth it over and pull it up

My feet find rab my key and head out