“She looks small and fragile in the middle of Lowe’s king bed, and her forehead burns under my hand. I’m convinced she’s asleep, but her “Can you keep it there?” “You feel so cool.” tells me otherwise.
“Who do you think I am?” For her pleasure, I produce a deep frown. “Your personal ice pack?”Her giggle squeezes my chest.”
I LOVE MISERY AND ANA SO MUCH thats lit ur child now misery 🥹
— May 29, 2024 11:53PM
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