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He joins her on the bed, pulls her to his chest. He is strong, and warm, and despite herself, she snuggles in, letting the tension release from her body. She is still mad at him—furious, in fact—but she wants comfort more than rage right now.
Will it be the same with the others? Will he feel the same sense of pride and possession and infatuation with the boy who thrust them into this mess? Does a parent love their child regardless of the terror they bring, the mistakes they make?
Murdering a woman is not exactly a mistake, though, is it?
Murdering a woman is not exactly a mistake, though, is it?
Way to go, asshole. It’s always someone else’s fault.
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