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Aug 2015
It made his gut churn with the familiar sensation.
Guilt.
Quilted with humiliation.
A rope knotted in irritation.
Hitch after stitch,
trepidation grew,
until he could feel it in his toes...
Snippet.
Nickols
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Nickols
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