thirty five

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Jacob

. . .

I don't want to Nadia's her feelings, Lord knows I don't. Honestly. But my baby definately needs a little prep talk.

Good or bad.

I take a deep breaths, revving up everything I've been bottling up inside over the past few weeks. I decide starting slowly is the best way.

"Okay, first, look at you." I tell her, guesturing toward her dark, deeply-bagged eyes. She throws a confused look at me as she feels all around her delicate face with her hands, the veins popping up in long, unrecognizable lumps.

Wait, I can't do this..

So I stop.

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