The Acceptance 1
By LilDean. [google-translator] Betty tossed another pillow at my head. Missed by a mile. “He kept calling me princess,” she groaned, flopping onto my bed. “Like some medieval romance reject.” I watched dust dance in the afternoon light, slicing through my blinds. Her voice always filled the room differently than anyone else’s—like a radio tuned perfectly to a station playing songs only we knew. “He actually wore chainmail?” I asked, tossing the pillow back. It landed softly near
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