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I Was Perfect- Not Healed, But As If There Had Never Been A Wound In The First Place

Her Scent Blazed In My Throat And I Was Glad. It Was A Pain That Meant She Was Alive. As Long As I Burned, She Was Safe.

So… Um… What’s The, Er, Date? You Know, The Due Date For The Little Monster.

Books Have Been Thought Of As Windows To Another World Of Imagination

The Morning Brought With It, If Not A Brighter Outlook, At Least A Measure Of Control, Some Acceptance. Instinctively, I Knew That The New Tear In My Heart Would Always Ache. That Was Just Going To Be A Part Of Me Now.