[ would it not be seeking comfort and coddling to tell him? to this day she struggles so deeply with revealing this part of her life to those closest to her. always simpler when they are a stranger for whom knowing her is only a tiny fraction of their life, and whom she will never have to see again.
when it is Sholmes...
she's quiet at first, merely turning her face deeper into his neck as though seeking a hiding place, and hugs her thighs around his hips. in every way, folding up. ]
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when it is Sholmes...
she's quiet at first, merely turning her face deeper into his neck as though seeking a hiding place, and hugs her thighs around his hips. in every way, folding up. ]
My father, my mother.