We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. They didn’t talk about it much, but Mike had been through some eerily similar foster homes in Florida, the where he was born. Her body rose up to meet his in a cat-like stretch and she smiled. It wasn’t clear to me that I had to explain.
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