(For Katie's pb, just imagine her younger. Thanks.)
I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem." - Diana GabaldonA small, wiry six year old boy crept out into the living room. His steps were tentative. His hair was a messy mop on his head. His
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