The Golden Song
You’re going to have to stop looking at me like that, Darlene. It’s not polite. And honestly, it’s not safe. The way you’re looking at me makes me feel like I’m standing on the edge of a precipice, and you’re the one holding the rope, and you’re letting it slip through your fingers, one by one. I know you think you’re helping. I know you think you’re the only one who cares if I eat, if I sleep,...
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