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What was it really like to be a wolf among a pack, running freely with constant, unguarded companionship?
“Sometimes I’m not sure you see anyone besides yourself as a person,” she said.
The outfit telegraphed soft, hungry for physical comfort, but her flattened mouth and cried-out eyes countered, not from you.
As nested as their bodies were, a hollow distance ached in her bones—like she wasn’t holding her flesh-and-blood wife, but the ghost of a future loss.
what else can I do but watch it happen?
