Christopher Sebela

writer, wronger, rearranger

I never thought I’d turn into one of those people who talked to their dogs on the street, but lately I had caught myself doing it all the time. And, right now, because I needed to tell somebody how I was feeling and there was nobody else to tell, I whispered into Otis’s floppy ear: ‘I’m gonna kill him, Otis. I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard.’
— Jason Starr, Hard Feelings

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