they will never believe me
on composure, almost-desire, and the stories women tell themselves afterward.
it was a thursday. it is always a thursday.
i was in a parking lot in los angeles at midnight in a dress that had absolutely no business being there.
there were two of them.
i want to tell you what happened. i’m going to tell you what happened.
but first i need you to understand that i was completely sober and completely in control of every single decision i made that night.
which is, honestly, what makes the whole thing so hard to explain.
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