She knew what she was, that she was trash, broken by life. But she had risen above it, embraced it because it gave her value. It made her happy to see THEM happy. No low was too low, not because it degraded her, but because it made her wet and happy.

She knew what she was, that she was trash, broken by life. But she had risen above it, embraced it because it gave her value. It made her happy to see THEM happy. No low was too low, not because it degraded her, but because it made her wet and happy.