"I hate you, Atlas." I lied, how could I hate someone so much like me? It's like hating yourself, not that I didn't know how that felt. "Didn't your daddy tell you to never go around spreading lies, flower?" "Oh he told many people that, but I rather not feed on his bullshit tales." How I begged to smack that shocked expression off this painfully gorgeous face, and I totally would've. But in that moment I couldn't help but think, have his lips always looked so welcoming?
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