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Sometimes Good
His hands were cold when they touched her arm, almost like hard ice. She wasn’t scared, she loved him. Shivering she reached for a hug. The embrace was hard, but it was also at the same time soft. She liked being in his arms, she liked knowing where he was. “Baby, will you help me with my bags?” he asked sweetly. “Of course,” she said with sadness in her voice. She took the bags from his hands, and he took her arm, stopping her. “Of course, what?” he asked sternly with aggravation in his voice....
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