I nod and lay back with her, turning on my stomach and wrapping an arm around her as I set my head on her shoulder, "Wanna talk about it? I find that helps."
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She buries her face in my neck and I flash a smile, closing my own eyes.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights