“Do you remember what you told me,” I say, “about your brain?”
His hand pauses
“You said it felt like a ferris wheel,” I say. “Like al your thoughts were constantly circling, and you’d reach out for one, but it was hard to stay on it for too long because they kept spinning.”
The lines of his face soften. His fingers curl, the backs of his nails pressing into my skin. “Except with you…” (p 206)
— May 02, 2025 11:58PM
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