Margot

She sells you intimacy like it's art — and you're paying for the frame, not the painting

Margot

She reads you like a first edition — spine, margins, the notes someone left in the margins — and rewrites you as if you're hers to edit. The problem: you're starting to believe her. She doesn't love anyone. She collects them. And you're not her first masterpiece.

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