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Normal People Ask Silly Questions

I climb up after him, swing a leg over his face, and plant my knees on either side of his head. Then I go down a little.

“When I say sit, you fucking smother me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

I start to lower myself again, hesitating just enough that my center brushes his nose.

“You’re n...