Prologue

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   "For the love of fuck

for the sake of Pete

Did you ever really think you'd love a guy like me?"

- Mother Mother, Verbatim

Preface - 1/2/24

I have been writing this for a while now, and it is only a rough draft, I am hoping for you to bear with me. Music has helped me build a story, which I am hoping to add into it later, from a few ways of listening.  I hope you enjoy.  

It gnaws at her. The memory gnaws until her skull is sore with a migraine. Her life has done nothing except gnaw at her since Desmond has entered her life. A life that shifted after one party, which led blood onto her own hands, and being accidentally marked. 


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