Mister Dream Man
I wanted to say yes, to let the heaviness behind my ribs soften, but the words caught at the back of my throat.
"Tell me something real," I said instead. "Not about campaigns or houses or who married what last year. Tell me what you actually want."
Melanie's expression softened. For a moment she looked like a person, not a social satellite. "I want a life where I'm not expected to be pleased with other people's success," she said. "I want a kitchen that doesn't belong to anyone else and," she laughed, absurd and sharp, "a cat that doesn't have a T*****r manager."
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