useful chamber

I want to talk about these things. I want to say the things you never allowed to say to yourself. And I want them to comfort you.

I want to build up the memories, one brick at a time, until I can remember just how it was. Until I feel the slide of warm skin against my exposed back. Until we're back at the start. This is the time, this is our one chance to get it right. And we won't fuck it up. Not this time.

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