ce, I can confirm it's a state of mind. A
ss of wine on a walking Armani mannequin? Being screamed at afterward by a
ed brows were etched into my memory forever. She stood there, nose u
" she'd hissed at me, "You don't
our exorcist-level screaming sent
e, unpaid bills, and the lingering smell of wine on my soul. All th
ral. I had bigger th
g to wake up. It'd been six months. Six months of doctors shruggi
tic little "Did you burn water again?" joke
I grabbed my backpack and decided to go to my favorite place in the whole city, the orphana
that my life was currently a hot mess casserole. They just wanted
r, a glossy magazine at the orphanage's fro
Internationally: Exclusive Int
aire-y. The suit victim. The human st
dding me," I muttered, f
eally had me i
e... jus
.. apologize... mayb
get my j
of the man whose thousand-dollar s
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