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It was a strange sensation, to be simultaneously attracted to—and repulsed at the thought of being attracted to—Mahler. Sequoia decided it was the worst feeling, and it reminded her all too much of her feelings for Crow. She hated his stupid fucking guts, and yet, all she wanted right now was to curl up in the little spoon position and have Crow tell her everything was going to be alright.

Mahler was an old (as she had reiterated in her head and to others ad nauseam). She didn't feel for Mahler the same way she felt for Crow. This was far more instinct based than what she'd had with Crow. But it was there. The intense longing that stirred in her was entirely different... but similar. She couldn't shake that sensation.

For once, she was at a loss for words at his question. Usually quick with a comeback or some witty remark, she had nothing. Sequoia stared at him blankly for a while longer.

I'm leaving, like we talked about. Wanted to give you a heads up. Yeah, totally. That was it. This was definitely not a "hot for daddy" situation. Nope, nope, not at all.