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Chapter 82: Butterfly.

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Nico's Pov

She asks us the question and neither of us answers for long enough that she writes something in her notebook, which I decide not to think about.

"Let me rephrase," she says. "Not the mechanics, the function. What did the violence do for each of you, in the context of the relationship."

Sasha is looking at the wall. He does this when he's deciding something. I've learned to wait it out.

"It was the only register we had," he says finally. "At the beginning. It was the only language tha
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