Ha.
I've never met anyone other than my father.
I think he killed my mother.
He never talks of her, and when I used to ask when I was younger, I was beat.
I still get beat, even if I don't ask about her. He just, likes it. I think he...
Nevermind.
But I've never met a woman before.
I learned my basic hygenie from a book. How to do my hair, how to shave, how to take care of my period.
All from a book.
Thank the gods I can read.
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butterfly in a battlefield
Fanfic"there's nothing an ice cream sundae can't fix." "hey, hey, look at me." "don't-" "what's...what's on your face?" "it's nothing." "wait!" this story is extremely, extremely triggering read at your own risk ON HOLD
