I remember just waiting for her to take you away. Watching, helplessly. Hopeless.
I did nothing to stop her. To stop you.
My tears had dried out.
But I shed a tear for the soul that was lost in the selfish war of the deceptive bastards.
And your gift of blocking me?
Priceless.
Even better than Teddy.
Even better than me throwing that cheap black bangle back in your face.
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