Page 19 of Unclench Me Softly

I slam my thumbs into the group thread like it’s an exorcism.

ME:

new one’s here

seb

the forest sent him

beard. flannel. quiet. tragedy in his eyes

i think he’s made of cedar and secrets

CALLIE:

oooooooh the reclusive novelist???

he’s the divorce one right???

did he speak???

ME:

he said one sentence and it spiritually filleted me

“you don’t believe in any of this, do you?”

bitch.

what gives him the right

CALLIE:

oh wow

oh he’s dangerous

that’s soul sniper energy

you’re gonna imprint on him like a sad duck

ME:

callie i am the cult leader i cannot imprint on anyone

but like also his hands

his hands

CALLIE:

omg tell me more

on a scale from 1 to “builds emotional sheds,” what are we talking?

ME:

like... builds them shirtless in the rain

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