They had heckled the screen and thrown popcorn, and howled, sometimes literally, at the movie version of what they knew all too well. Jean-Claude nodded. I took off the white T-shirt and made a third pile for clothes that were actually clean. You broke up with me, because, quote, you didn't want to love someone who was more comfortable with the monsters than you were, unquote.
His lips this close to mine had done one thing. He took out the second pan, closed the oven, turned it off, and looked at me. His perfect voice was breathless, barely a whisper. Drowning in Jason's blood.
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