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“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

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wrapped my arms around his trembling, impossibly rigid shoulders.

“It’s just glass, sweetie,” I whispered softly into his ear, pressing a long, reassuring kiss to the crown of his flour-dusted hair. “We just sweep it up, and we take out a new one. That’s all. You are safe here. You are always safe here.”

Slowly, miraculously, over the span of a long continue reading …

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