Blake jumped up again, clenching and unclenching his fists. “I hurt you. I’m useless,” he whispered harshly.
“Stop. Stop, Blake.” She tried to speak calmly.
“When you hurt yourself, it hurts me.” She reached out to take one of his bloody, torn hands.

Autor: Debra Anastasia

Blake jumped up again, clenching and unclenching his fists. “I hurt you. I’m useless,” he whispered harshly.<br />“Stop. Stop, Blake.” She tried to speak calmly. <br />“When you hurt yourself, it hurts me.” She reached out to take one of his bloody, torn hands. - Debra Anastasia




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