The Disease
He has a problem. Nobody asks about the bruises she has. The entire town knows. He’s sick, and she’s there. On the inside she screams, but outside she is calm, a pond without even a ripple. What can she do but sit and wait for the sun to rise on a new day.
He has a problem. Nobody asks about the bruises she has. The entire town knows. He’s sick, and she’s there. On the inside she screams, but outside she is calm, a pond without even a ripple. What can she do but sit and wait for the sun to rise on a new day.
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