I pull her on my lap and nod, swallowing as well, "I'd rather not picture our girl like that. It's horrible to anyone, but I'd rather not picture my first born baby going through all that..."
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I study her, "Then don't go back."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return. — Genesis 3:19