He finds me asleep amongst the fairy lights in my giant fleece onesie covered in leopard spots. Taking a place next to me on the bed, he gently strokes my hair until I stir. It's so late, it's past midnight. The stars through my windows exploded into life hours ago. It's hard to imagine anyone else existing in these woods, amongst the endless
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Still, your voice remains true and the story (and the pain) clearly isn't quite over yet.
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