don’t you hate it when you feel like you need to redo the past. sometimes I do, but later I find the meaning in how it has changed me and I don’t look back. I don’t ever want to look back.
great description! I can picture the conservation going on in my head.
Im wrapped in My Mothers light blue blanket as I read this, it smells like memory. safety and comfort. Your ficlets sure resonats with me, you’re one of the best with description.
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.:band baby:.
howhardlifeis
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One Time, One Chance
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