If I kill him there are complications
I did not ask for this
“Oh but Love yes you did”Tori Amos, "Smokey Joe"
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It's the eyes. The instincts that have been swirling through her veins for months scream at her to rip them out. They're too dark, too deep, they see too much. They see her and in her and through her, all the things she's been fighting like hell to hide.
He's sitting at the counter in the mostly empty diner, devouring the slice of strawberry pie she just brought him and drinking coffee, casually as you please, as every word out of his mouth deconstructs her life. He isn't human. She doesn't know how she knows it, but she does. He's something...else. He's...
"You think I'm a what?"
He waves his fork at her. "It's not a matter of think, sweetheart. It's a 'know.' You got any idea how hard it is to find you girls? Nope...we don't make mistakes."
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