Chapter 9 Tales From A Young Dick
- I know we shouldn't be doing this. He knows we shouldn't be doing this. But it felt so real. It felt so good. Goodness was me being in his hands. wrapped in the coziness of his arms and having his fingers hackled through my hair.
- “I will miss you, Ann.”
- Heaven knows how long he had tried to construct the statement in his mind, maybe, probably finding the right word to use without mincing any.