Movie NightIt was that first night that it happened. Halfway through the movie we were watching. The two of us laid out on her bed, our faces illuminated by the dim light of the laptop at our feet. Me against the wall, her on her back, lying on me. The film momentarily paused, my entire attention focused on her. Curled into my arms, her head resting on my chest, I could make out her silhouette against the screen. Her face turned in my direction, she peered through the darkness, smiling—though I have no memory of what she looked like then. The contrast leaving her face in shadow, there was no way to make out any details whatsoever. But sMovie Night
Que tu que!?
Y no nos dijiste nada, bandida!
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"truly there was no command on her voice, only the expectation of obidience"
"keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer"
"it is a human failing to attribute the best of motives to those we know the least and the wrost to those we love the be
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