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Stockholm Syndrome - Ch25Olivia was late coming home from work that day. For good reason, however. She tramped in the front door at around 5:30, looking over her shoulder. I went to your apartment, She reported before anyone had a chance to say hello. Kicking off her shoes, she entered the living room and pulled her scrubs over her head, exposing a white wifebeater beneath it. Youve got crime scene tape all over the door but there werent any cops in there.
Matt blinked. Huh. Not surprising. He shrugged one shoulder, then looked back at the television, one hand enthusiastically scratching Keanes side. The big dog
Stockholm Syndrome - Ch24Three mornings later and Matt was thankfully not as immobile as he had been at first. He was able to walk now, but still had a constant pain in his stomach that felt like a dull, aching cramp. Mello had taken off the patch on his face, and Matt could not help break into hysterics when he saw the state of his lovers eye. It was not blue, nor purple, but an intense ebony-indigo with green tinges.
Although it had been Mellos turn to laugh when Matt realized that his face was just a little bit worse off. His head hurt, constantly, it was nearly impossible to lay on his left side or else a sharp, nearly blinding pain would split throu
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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