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"I mean, I don't even know how to support a kid in any way. I never learned how, or had a example." He explained, eyes distant. |
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" I know just do the opposite of what your dad always did I'm not saying I'm pregnant so we have time to train you" |
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"Okay so, actually talk to a kid and not curse him every sentence, uh, don't ever lay a fist on him instead of stabbing him, never smoke near him and then burn the stub onto his arm, and always throw away glass beer bottles instead of cracking them and stabbing the kid with a shard?" Marco asks, |
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" yeah never do any of that " |
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He yawned, curling back into her. "Gotcha," Marco said tiredly, drifting off. |
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She ran her fingers through his hair as he fell asleep and she whispered " nothing like that will ever happen to you again" |
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Marco fell asleep feeling safe and scared, mind cleared. |
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She kept running her fingers through his hair |
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He awoke the next morning stretching slightly but staying where he was. |
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Windy with Flurries
