sparse

[niekhilet]

and you wake up wondering why you can't feel your arm, the familiar crack reminds you it's there and it's like every morning, the familiar noises like the jingling of keys at night that sometimes has you up in a sweat reaching over the side of the bed for one of the knives, stalking around in the dark in your boxers almost hoping for the worst but

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[mailem]

whoa.