I’ve—dreads. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. That I should be challenged by you of all people. He kissed her fingers and grinned.
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