...is that I was really looking forward to Christmas. I really thought one trip to the healing room would add possibility, not make my lungs burn, and unable to participate in any form of generative community. And Cooper used to be all mine, now he's just His.
This last month was going to be as well-lived as all my others, and suddenly I'm as below-average as any scoundrel worthy of the ill-will wished upon her. Not even revenge left in these bones, only apathy. All meant to be, I'd have to ultimately guess.
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