I look over Rayah, remembering the real reason I'm here, and turn back to Rose, "I'd like to request that Rayah stop being involved in couples shoots. She's a married woman and I don't like the idea of her being portrayed as something else. I also don't like how our lives are being splattered all over your magazine. I ask that you stop that too."
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I stir and bury my face in her neck, sighing.
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
Rayah walks to a male model and I resist the urge to call her over, tightening my jaw as I read through the contract, "Where does it say that she isn't allowed to stop doing what she's uncomfortable with?"
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I nod slowly and sigh, "Do we have pancake mix?"
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
For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein