chewing the inside of her cheek there was a silence in the bathroom making her not want to think about telling her mom.
“she’s gonna be mad..” was the first thing she could say. taking her other hand to catch the tears falling down her eyes. it was bad enough she came to him
I put the syringe away, then begin sewing her up.
"You already know what you did wrong, yes?"
I ask softly, sewing almost perfectly where there would be no scar in her little skin.
"You know we have to tell mom, right?"
I finish up, cutting the thread and gently
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it’s loud enough to scare birds. could make some folks think it’s scary. he has a cute little face but you don’t expect the loud yoink.
what if i looked you just yoinked very loud?