TM 225 - "Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?" Marcel Marceau.

[special_destiny]

There weren’t any words for it. There just weren’t

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[cain_enabled]

A child?

You continue to surprise me, Thrace . . .

[special_destiny]

She wasn't mine. She wasn't ever mine. I let that frakked up toaster bastard convince me of a lie that I should've seen through right away. I was an idiot. Not much surprising about that.