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AS OF APRIL 2025
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I am a sick, perverted monster, hellbent on torturing the only person I will ever truly love. Logic tells me I will continue to ruin Glen until there’s nothing left but the shell of a boy who, while I wasn’t looking, broke into my ribcage and tore my heart from
my chest.
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My Name is Tryst
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
There is so much fucking beauty
in brutality.
And sometimes, when my grip is a little too tight, and my cuts run a little too deep… and the light slowly fades from his emerald green eyes that always find my own, I find there is beauty in love as well.
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My Name is Tryst
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
It’s a fucked up game we play. He makes all the rules, and I do whatever the hell he tells me to do. If I want him in my life—and damn, I want him—I have no choice but to abide by those rules.
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My Name is Tryst
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
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