Somewhere along the way the imagines for us (the readers) became imagines for Jean. Which is fitting because- we are she, she is us.
We are all Jean Crosby for that man.
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Some say we were sinners. And I would happily burn for just the chance to be with you. I would let the flames engulf me and still come back screaming your name.
Every time.
I never expected us to end up like this.