I patted his hands and stepped back just enough so that he had to let me go, or hold on when he knew I didn't want him to. I'm not like them. Just let me have it back, and we'll see if I feel any better. Our beautiful boy was taken away by one of the people that have been over to our house, eating our food, giving us flowers.
There was a handful of women near the steps leading up to a door with a bright light over it. Connecting the mundane to the past is the Lover's card. I had enough problems of my own without borrowing his. His face was very solemn, though there was something in his eyes, some flicker, that I didn't trust.
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