Yily

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He slept on the floor, the first night. I woke to him curled up by my feet on the second. And then on the third, to my choking on his fetid breath with his nose almost touching mine. He grunted sleepily and rolled onto his back as I shoved him away.
Yily
he’s just a babyyyyy
The Strength of the Few (Hierarchy, #2)
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