It was a comforting thought. Ramona seemed to wake up. His button-down black shirt didn't fit perfectly smoothly around his ribs. Which pissed me off.
I am his master. If he rolled my mind and there was nothing left of who I was, then I was dead or would wish I was. Dammit, I needed to find this thing. You should have just said you were homosexual, and my feelings wouldn't have been so hurt.
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