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This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

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7 months, 3 weeks ago

every night we could walk onto a blank stage

I acquired a reputation as straitlaced in The Restaurant when I started seeing the hateful man. My colleagues interpreted it as some kind of new leaf or intentional maturity that I never went out with them after work anymore. But it was just that I didn’t need that scene to fuck with myself because…

—p.132 Love Me Back by Merritt Tierce
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7 months, 3 weeks ago

as if delicacy must be avoided above all

I slept with Matt, when I was on my streak. It was just once but now I keep seeing the ceiling fan in his room. I stared at it while he was going down on me, thinking of how to ask him to be softer. He was so vigorous about it, the same way he stirred his tea, as if delicacy must be avoided above a…

—p.126 by Merritt Tierce
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7 months, 3 weeks ago

she don’t give a fuck about any of us

So I did these runarounds for Frank, who had a receptionist and a legal secretary and a junior attorney but still needed someone to handle things like his lunch and shoes for the women he was seeing. He told me he’d been having drinks with Danny and Ahmed at Trece one night when Danny got a text fr…

—p.120 by Merritt Tierce
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7 months, 3 weeks ago

you can let the willingness fall right off your face

I’m good enough to get the once-over in the bar at The Restaurant, I see them thinking my smallness is appealing, my ass and face are cute enough, I see them thinking that short haircut might be sexy. I’m always in a backless cocktail dress and heels, I’m flat chested and a tad muscular so they ask…

—p.115 by Merritt Tierce
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7 months, 3 weeks ago

he would cry while he was running the line

Often the Mexicans ask me if I am enojada, or ¿Por qué estás triste, Mari? they wonder. ¿Que te molesta, Mariquita? It’s because I’m perpetually lost in thought and wear a sunken, anxious face. I say No, I’m not mad. I’m not sad either. Nothing’s bothering me. Miguel asks me Maestra, what are you t…

—p.107 by Merritt Tierce