Characters. Mine are not cooperating.
Lawrence will not even talk to me; hasn't for weeks now. Monday he turned around to look at me but he won't talk.
Why dear heart, why? Do you not yet understand my deep love for you? My desire to see and barely brush the wounds, to kiss the skin near the abrasions and ask whether it feels better?
Lawrence will not even talk to me; hasn't for weeks now. Monday he turned around to look at me but he won't talk.
Why dear heart, why? Do you not yet understand my deep love for you? My desire to see and barely brush the wounds, to kiss the skin near the abrasions and ask whether it feels better?
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