When I gathered up the courage to tell my Mormon parents I was more into dick than their daughter was, they didn't exactly applaud me. Nor did they find it funny. What is funny, however, is that if they hadn't kicked me out of my childhood home in Utah when I was fifteen, 1990, I wouldn't be where I am now; living alone in Chicago at eighteen, September; 1993, enjoying the fleeting summer nights. (Originally titled: Fragile Hands) It may seem short, because there's only a few chapters, but all chapters have 4,000-6,000 words. Täck så mycket. Details: _____ Long chapters _____ Smut _____ Sad/Potentially Triggering _____ Ryden _____ Sad _____ Vulgar language _____ Brallon _____ English _____ *Not about rabbits at all*
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