July 03, 2014, 08:20 PM
Atticus held him and Peregrine leaned into the embrace, finding comfort and solidarity in it. When his brother spoke, Peregrine bobbed his head and sniffed. "I know, man," he replied. He said nothing else for a long moment, then said very quietly, "I'm just afraid... that we may find her... that she'll be hurt or sick or... or..." He swallowed and the word, "dead," passed across his lips like a quiet breeze through a graveyard.
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Professional griefers - by Peregrine Redhawk - July 02, 2014, 08:37 PM
RE: Professional griefers - by Atticus - July 02, 2014, 10:46 PM
RE: Professional griefers - by Peregrine Redhawk - July 03, 2014, 08:08 AM
RE: Professional griefers - by Atticus - July 03, 2014, 12:56 PM
RE: Professional griefers - by Peregrine Redhawk - July 03, 2014, 01:33 PM
RE: Professional griefers - by Atticus - July 03, 2014, 04:50 PM
RE: Professional griefers - by Peregrine Redhawk - July 03, 2014, 08:20 PM
RE: Professional griefers - by Atticus - July 03, 2014, 11:03 PM
RE: Professional griefers - by Peregrine Redhawk - July 04, 2014, 07:34 PM
RE: Professional griefers - by Atticus - July 07, 2014, 11:36 AM
RE: Professional griefers - by Peregrine Redhawk - July 16, 2014, 09:33 PM
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