QuackSpeak
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- Jan 1, 2017
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"This is stupid," Trixie confessed, tears still in her eyes. "I'm so stupid. God. I'm sorry." How was it, that him trying to understand forced shame, searing hot shame into her belly? "I'm crying - " Trixie laughed shakily, tearfully, "I'm crying because of a book.""I...Don't really understand why you're apologizing. I'd just like to know what's made you so upset, because it's unfortunately more than obvious you are crying." Charlie told her in a kind tone of voice. Though he was actually very perplexed and rather uncomfortable, not really familiar with people randomly crying when they see a book.
Trixie forced herself to gather her bearings, to let the thoughts of her family drift away, like a feather on a breeze. They don't mean any more than that - a feather on a breeze, Trixie reminded herself. She smiled at the man. "Okay. Do you believe everyone gets a second chance in life?" Trixie asked, her lopsided smile showing what s strange question she knew she had asked.