Part 4
A murmured word of comfort here, a trace of patterns on skin there, a brush of hands everywhere.
Here, there, everywhere.
Everyday.
She clenched her eyes shut and ground her teeth together from the unfairness of it all.

Part 4
A murmured word of comfort here, a trace of patterns on skin there, a brush of hands everywhere.
Here, there, everywhere.
Everyday.
She clenched her eyes shut and ground her teeth together from the unfairness of it all.
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