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Feb 26, 2007 14:24

He snaps and I see it coming even before the words leave his lips and his hands, his pockets. What once seemed gentle, intelligent, dignified replaced. I cower like I used to do when i was little. I make myself as small as possible so as not to offend, but I am not weak anymore and I am no longer the target ( Read more... )

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anneecon March 3 2007, 02:34:03 UTC

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