Oh, absinthe. Oh, Hemingway. Of course. Sunny wasn't sure if she liked the taste of it, but she was going to drink it, because damned if she didn't need it, too.
And also damned if she didn't know 'I have feelings for someone who's into someone else,' and even though in her case she'd known then and knew even more firmly now that Phouka was not right for her, it had hurt like barbs being pulled out. She winced. "Does he know?"
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Date: 2017-07-16 12:03 am (UTC)And also damned if she didn't know 'I have feelings for someone who's into someone else,' and even though in her case she'd known then and knew even more firmly now that Phouka was not right for her, it had hurt like barbs being pulled out. She winced. "Does he know?"