"The difference between us," she said, standing. "She performs for an audience. I perform for no one. Or maybe just for myself."
She finally turned. Her eyes weren't the dramatic, predatory things her name suggested. They were tired. Knowing. A pale, washed-out green, like sea glass worn smooth by too much salt. meana wolf – fuck me like your girlfriend
The photo was of her and the DJ. I was cropped out. "The difference between us," she said, standing