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Tegan and I can't stand each other.
I think she is shrill and demanding, with a mouth that's always running. A mouth on legs, I often think, but there are nights when I dream that she wraps those legs around me. I dream that her mouth covers mine as our bodies move together.
She thinks I'm cowardly and untrustworthy, but there are times when she shows me incredible kindness. In those moments, she looks at me as though I am her friend.
We can't stand each other, but we are friends. In my dreams, she invites me to be more.