Novel & Cerita Sentences That Don T Make Sense

“It's... I don't... I...” “Honey, we talked about this. Think about your words carefully before you speak.” “I don't know if I like him like that.” “Quick question. Can you die from constipation?” “No, why?” “Because I'm worried about how full of shit you are.” “Ok, ouch. But I don't and who's to say that he sees me as more than just a friend?” “I'm sorry, but what language are you speaking? It sounds like bullshit.” “But...”

Ivan’s thumbs stroke my back gently, and I took a deep breath and continued. “So. Past.” I looked down at where my fingers were resting on his abs. “Yeah.” One-word sentences really aren’t doing much. Shit. I need to start making sense. “We have time,” he said softly. I shook my head. “You do. I don’t. I have a lack of lady-balls right now.” He laughed quietly. “Okay. I’m just gonna blurt it out in one great big breath so it probably won’t make much sense.”

This is just a sick joke. It has to be. It has to be my brain misfiring because I lost too much blood or because I hit my head too hard or because I am actually dying and this is my punishment for every bad thing I have ever done in my life because there is no other explanation that makes sense right now.

The word formed and dissolved and formed again, useless, not a real word anymore, just a sound my brain kept making on a loop. No. No. No.

It didn't make sense at all! That br*t, James, was really annoying!

Useless. My mind was completely blank. I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore or if it made any sense. Everything inside me felt tangled—fear, guilt, regret—all crashing into each other at once. I wanted to explain, to say something that would make him understand, but I couldn’t even find where to start. “I… I don’t know what to say,” I added softly, my voice barely above a whisper. He let out a laugh. But it wasn’t a normal laugh.

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