08/02/2026 15:51

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I saw how he felt about his coffin down in the basement. He started laying them out on the table in front of the chairs. But until you own that it's not, don't let anyone make you feel that bad about yourself. There's going to come a time between us when I'm going to ask you to do something and you won't say that.

Or maybe it was the quality of his paleness, like his skin had been formed of white marble, and some demon or god had breathed life into that paleness. All of it, Requiem, I want to hear all of it. Or maybe it just felt colder because I was wearing a thong. The push of his body was firmer, harder, rougher.