Brandy’s shoulders trembled violently as another broken laugh escaped her throat. The sound was ragg hollow, and painfully self-deprecating, carrying the bitterness of someone watching the final scraps of their dignity crumble away in real time. “Of course it was just a transaction,” she choked out, nodding weakly to herself as if finally forcing herse to swallow the truth. “Of course someone like me is just a pastime to men! A tool!” Another laugh burst out of her, sharper this time, teetering dangerously close to hysteria. She pressed a trembling, dirt-stained hand to her face, a hysterical sob ripping through her chest. “Of course! Ha… haha… of course! What the hell was I even thinking? Someone like you would never...
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