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Feb 2015
And he held her hand so tight, she could feel how hard bones are. Even against flesh and blood.

She thought her bones may crack.

But it never quite occurred to her, he had been broken and is still *breaking.
It will be all buttery yellow sunshine very soon.
I pinky promise.
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Amanda
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Amanda  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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