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- Votes 6
- Parts 3
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Mar 28, 2016
They were bigger than mine. His hands. Our fingers interlocked without effort and they stayed that way. Home. That's what he was to me. I stare at my hands and I remember. I remember your fingers in mine. I remember your fingers around my neck.All Rights Reserved
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