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The Knave of Hearts #21

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I visited my redheaded baby the other day.

The oldest of a crop of foster kids, living in the same cabin in the woods where I left him, with Jenny’s red hair and my impish face. I had been checking in on him. Always in detention, or else cheatin’ death.

He knew who I was.

He glared like he wanted to kill me. I expected him to flip me off and run. Instead, he squeezed me so hard it hurt.

“I hate you! Why’d you have to leave?”

It dawned that I used to be a hugger too. I wept.

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    Aishling over 4 years ago

    Very good. Nice emotional end

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