"You are not fucked up, Thoreau. You let yourself be fucked up because you think that it's easier. If anything, you're just a lazy, miserable fucker." Pyxis rolled her eyes and shook her head, walking over to him.
She pushed him back on the bed and crawled onto his hips. She leaned down and kissed him deeply. "I love you. And I want you to stay alive. I don't mind if you get beat up, but if you die, I will kill him."
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