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It never happens when someone else is in the house. Or when
the windows are open. She'd died if anyone knew. If anyone even suspected. She hates it; feels dirty afterward, but she can't
seem to stop.
She knows it's wrong, but she just needs to feel. She's sure they'd never understand if they found out
what she does. It's no substitute for a real relationship, but she couldn't handle one of those right now.
She tries
to fight, but the need's too strong. Giving in one more time, she reaches under her bed and takes out Willow's birthday present.
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