Page 399 of Playing Dirty
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Tomorrow we should pretend we’re normal.
I almost laughed.
Almost.
Typed:
Mason:
We’ve never been normal.
Rowan:
True.
Pause.
Rowan:
Then just… survive it.
That word stuck.
Survive.
Not succeed.
Not perform.
Survive.
ROWAN
I couldn’t sleep at all.
Not even a little.
I packed and repacked my bag twice.
Serena watched from the doorway.
“You’re nervous,” she said.
“No.”
“You are.”
I stopped.
“…Yeah,” I admitted.
That surprised even me.
My phone buzzed.
Mason.
Mason:
