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61 " his feet were lovely, lean and long, with high arches and toes that curved adorably—like pink macaroni. "
― Z.A. Maxfield , Secret Light
62 " ... like blood moving to a frozen extremity, my return to human interaction wasn’t without discomfort. I felt unbearably awkward, relying heavily on him to show me what he liked, to tell me what to do to please him. I knew I wanted to go from being passive to actively pleasing him, to giving instead of just taking. I had a moment of real respect for the ease of being thrown against a wall and fucked hard. "
― Z.A. Maxfield , St. Nacho's (St. Nacho's, #1)