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February 16, 2010
Steffen Thorne Word Count: 55 I cried on his chest only because he let me. I felt gross and safe. He held me without saying anything. He just rubbed my back and didn’t rush me. He shifted beneath me and I thought he was uncomfortable. I looked up and saw him take a picture. “You look beautiful when you cry.”
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