She didn't mind being flattened. At least he was still with her and not vanishing in a puff the way she was almost certain he should. She wanted to pet his hair or do something else tender, but she didn't have the bones for it. When she finally got any air left, she whispered, "Thank you."
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Date: 2013-10-08 01:55 am (UTC)