I know a girl with cuts on her legs. I think that she hates the way she was made but, we never spoke of why they were there. I just squeezed them and kissed them until we both felt a bit better. Now, I've returned to the town where she dwells. That cold lonely cabin her grandfather built. I suppose that's where she's imprisoned herself. So she can
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