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Oh, you see… you’ve blown your chances because Jane is obviously the best.
03Lucky03:
I had a chance? :P
LittleDoll:
It was small, and now, smaller.
03Lucky03:
But it existed, all the same.
LittleDoll:
Are guys always so cocky on these apps?
03Lucky03:
You think I’m on here to talk to guys?
LittleDoll:
Well, you read the classics, who knows, LOL.
03Lucky03:
Less of the lip. I’m about to drive, but I should be at work in like ten minutes. You can use that time to think of all the ways Jane Eyre tops Wuthering Heights.
You might need a little longer.
CHAPTER 24
Ambrose—present day
I’m playing a dangerous game.
It started when Dollie first answered my message.
No, it started when I joined that app to talk to my sister as someone else.
Fucked up, I know.
Especially because I can’t actually bring myself to talk to her face-to-face.
I’d spent the day at Mrs. Bannadosi’s place, until my work shift neared.
And fuck, I can’t wait for this shift to end. I didn’t get any sleep last night after work, and I didn’t get any before work tonight, either.
I feel ready to drop as I wipe down glasses at the busy bar.
The glass in my hand shines, but it doesn’t feel clean enough.
My mind tells me it’s still dirty when my eyes show something else.
My mind is ruined.
Spending my free time overlooking the dying woman, who I feel obligated to visit because she has no one else, it’s not doing my mental health any favors.
