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  • Darker Than Butterscotch
  • I vividly remembered the flat black color of his eyes the last time he’d glared at me — the color was striking against the background of his pale skin and his auburn hair. Today, his eyes were a completely different color: a strange ocher, darker than butterscotch, but with the same golden tone.
  • Swear not to hurt you
  • I promise… I swear not to hurt you.
  • Nice to be Alone
  • It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.
  • Strapped to a Gurney
  • How come you aren’t strapped to a gurney like the rest of us?

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