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[Tuesday the 17th
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Quietly he laughs and shaking his head, creeps closer now, closer to the foot of the bed. And softer than shadow and quicker than flies, his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes. "Be still, be calm, be quiet now my precious boy, don't struggle like that or I will only love you more.
For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light.
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