This was her home. Unfortunately, now it was missing the most important element. Aunt Jean. Blue swiped self consciously at her eyes as her vision blu...red. She didn’t want to cry. She’d cried when she first came home two weeks ago and had been shocked at the sickness-ravaged appearance of the woman who had been a mother to her most of her life. She’d cried when she’d become angry at the realization that Aunt Jean had only called because John Keeper had convinced her that this was something that. ‘Unless it’ll keep you from asking painful questions.’ ‘Painful questions?’ I responded automatically. ‘Like the ones that remind me that my parents like Anne and Kelly’s cooking more than they do me.’ He replied, as he absentmindedly tensed his muscles and squeezed me. ‘Master, you’re hurting me,’ I cried. He immediately relaxed his grip on me, letting me wriggle out of it. I had no intention of letting myself get squeezed like that again. Once I had gotten myself out of my master’s embrace,. More

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