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interlude for the grand sonata
You swallowing matches and suddenly I’m yelling Strike me. Strike anywhere.
I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search my body for the scars, thinking
Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in? I know you want me to say it, it’s in the script, you want me to say Lie down on the bed, you’re all I ever wanted and worth dying for too
but I think I’d rather keep the bullet this time. It’s mine, you can’t have it, see, I’m not giving it up. This way you still owe me, and that’s as good as anything.