( karen likes to think she's different from the countless bodies on those apps, all reaching for something, but how can she be so sure? the question leaves lips folding in on one another, mindlessly chewing at the thumb of her free hand. can she be so sure she knows what want looks like? that it didn't just disguise itself as a different suitor every night?
he deters her before she can put thoughts to words, but she lingers on it, still. )
I got too comfortable. In my defense, I think I was just being fed beers to throw off my judgment.
What's your excuse? ( she's toying, mostly. he doesn't need a bet or a reason to delve into the good ol' human experience, but she didn't exactly peg him as the tinder type. )
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he deters her before she can put thoughts to words, but she lingers on it, still. )
I got too comfortable. In my defense, I think I was just being fed beers to throw off my judgment.
What's your excuse? ( she's toying, mostly. he doesn't need a bet or a reason to delve into the good ol' human experience, but she didn't exactly peg him as the tinder type. )