Finished Folds (1—4)
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1It reminded me of the last time his leather boot, freshly cleaned and polished, had pressed my cheek against that cold concrete floor and demanded I lick ... that. It reminded me
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2$3 I get is going back into another pair of these magical gloves. I can't remember a time I felt this kind of freedom. Whatever is wrong with me can wait. I've got a new goal now.
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3that smell. I knew that smell. It reminded me of something I used to love. Something that now, in the face of everything that's happened, was mocking me. I got up, and shook myself
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2I had a fire in my belly. Ancient and unyielding. How was I to know that I would find myself. Sitting here. With her and dreaming of each and every potential.