You were wearing one of the dresses that I picked for you, and... and I thought that you had accepted who you are, and that everything would look up and that we could soon go home and everything could be like it was before...
[He stops and tries to straighten up. He shouldn't let himself go like this.] Thank you.
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Date: 2010-12-04 11:26 pm (UTC)[He stops and tries to straighten up. He shouldn't let himself go like this.] Thank you.