How to Survive Intimacy

How to Survive Intimacy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Aug 28, 2022
"They're ugly, aren't they?" He heard her clothes being dropped on the floor, so now he looked at her and helped her get under the blanket. "Claire, really, they're not," he tried to search her eyes, empty and so so sad. He tried to say, slowly, softly, "they're a part of you. And you're beautiful." And she really was. Under the moonlight, drunk out of her mind, with eyes puffy and hair like she had just gotten out of a storm, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire life. . . . She took the first chance she got to get out of that place, away from New York, away from her father, from a life of terror and fear. Life brought her to Silverport, a small run-of-the-mill town off the coast of Connecticut. Set in the 1990s, a story of love, survival, and how to survive intimacy, when you've spent your whole life running away from it. *Can be triggering *Images used are not mine *Rated M for language and content, viewers discretion advised
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