I kiss her back and tangle my fingers in her hair.
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I flash a smile back, "I don't think I've ever heard you sing, come to think of it. I'm sure you're not horrible though. Maybe he just wants to hear your voice."
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
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind