The Other Side (BoyxBoy)
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"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" I scream, sitting up so I can hit his chest.
He swiftly moves out the way, causing me to fall on my stomach. Tears swell in my eyes as I look up at him from the comforter.
"This is never going to work.." I whisper while burying my eyes in my hands. God I just want to disappear
"I don't even have legs" I whimper, tearing back the cover to expose my midnight blue tail.
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