He cracks my knuckles, masages my hand, then pushes back my cuticles... "Its better for your nails" he says. He picks my scabs, scartches my back, picks me up, and kisses me on the forehead. He gives me his sweater when its cold, buys me food even when I say no, and teaches me manners and all these things about life I never knew
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