Force of habit. Cross my own unpleasant little heart.
But you know, I don't need a good confidant. Nor do I need a shoulder to cry on, or a friend ready to weep in commiseration over the first little slight thrown my way.
In fact, I'd argue that might just be why I find myself fond of you already.
So. With newfound revelations on the table.
I was a whore back home, if one were to be technical about it. Albeit an eternally enslaved one, so there might be a discussion to be had about those pesky little definitions regarding sex and money, but it's the closest thing to accuracy, so it'll have to do.
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But you know, I don't need a good confidant. Nor do I need a shoulder to cry on, or a friend ready to weep in commiseration over the first little slight thrown my way.
In fact, I'd argue that might just be why I find myself fond of you already.
So. With newfound revelations on the table.
I was a whore back home, if one were to be technical about it. Albeit an eternally enslaved one, so there might be a discussion to be had about those pesky little definitions regarding sex and money, but it's the closest thing to accuracy, so it'll have to do.