"Papa told me to leave," She finally admits to him, exposing the route of her distress, "He told us to get out while we still could! I could hear him... I could hear his voice there in yours."
Still, she cries, knowing very well it's an irrational fear, an irrational thought pattern, "I don't want to lose you."
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Still, she cries, knowing very well it's an irrational fear, an irrational thought pattern, "I don't want to lose you."