Does it Hurt?

<story to be posted later, I have to copy it out of my notebook first>

Rane, Rane go away

“Mommy, where are we going?” Rane asked, jamming two of her fingers on her right hand into her tiny mouth. Her mother pulled a thick down coat around her and wrapped a scarf around her neck. The wool brushed against her cheek and she ...

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