“It was mushy and squirmy like the inside of a freshly killed chicken.”
“From the way he was holding me I knew he’d never let me go or let anything bad ever happen to me. This was probably my real father and we had found each other at last. But then he rolled over, leaving me in a wet place and stood up.”
WOW
Sobbing sick to my stomach
— Jun 24, 2026 03:02PM
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