You Are Mine, Little Sister
Done pushing over half of the needle into the finger, I retrieved my phone from my back pocket, tapped the screen several times and held it up to him as Cinnamon girl by Lana Del Ray started playing.
"Who the hell fancies this kind of music?" I asked with a small frown, staring at the screen. "For two weeks, this has been her favorite. Sometimes, she sheds a damn tear while singing along. At first," I shoved the phone back into my pocket. "I almost lost my mind thinking the song caused her pain. Then I discovered the tears were because she fucking enjoyed it. How does anyone fancy such songs?"
Dubrov's wide-eyed stare screamed of disbelief, as though he were trying to decide if I was derange
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