[ And she'll bring her into her arms, reaching up to smooth her hand down the back of her head. Maybe her mom did this at one point, she doesn't know, but it feels— like something she's supposed to do.
So she does.
And she'll keep hugging her, petting her hair softly, until she's through; no words, no pity, nothing. Just her. ]
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So she does.
And she'll keep hugging her, petting her hair softly, until she's through; no words, no pity, nothing. Just her. ]