I pivot on my heels, set to abandon our “talk” in favor of some solace from my fucked-up, OCD-suffering, demon-holding, possessive, damaged, drug-using, ex-notorious-male-escort/ part-time gentleman. Okay, so he is kind of fucked up, but he’s my fucked-up, finicky Miller. And I love him.
— Nov 22, 2016 07:09PM
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