"You think-- That ain't what this is about," he managed, eyes widening a little bit. Give him dead, diseases sons of bitches to kill, give him things to hunt...
Give him a girl who's apparently insecure and he's got no goddamn clue how to handle that. He ain't equipped.
"You're..." Dammit. "You're pretty. You already know that."
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Give him a girl who's apparently insecure and he's got no goddamn clue how to handle that. He ain't equipped.
"You're..." Dammit. "You're pretty. You already know that."