“It hurts.” The cheap rope chafed her wrists and cut off her circulation.
Tom brushed her silky, black hair out of her face. “Can I get a kiss?”
I kept quiet about my toothache until Jimmy walked into the bathroom and saw me spitting blood.
He hated the infants most of all. With children over the age of two, he could at least threaten them and make them stop crying.
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