He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage. They didn’t talk about it much, but Mike had been through some eerily similar foster homes in Florida, the where he was born. Give me my pistol and my dagger. He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose.
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