I study her, "It doesn't feel like I know you. Like... knowledge of knowing you. The presence of it's there though... And you know the rumors... and the thoughts in my head, which still kind of freaks me out but turns me on at the same time..."
``` Jace
I nod and sit beside her, "How many sisters do you have?"
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
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott