( a foolish girl, with so little discretion. jessica's mouth narrows into pencil-thin disapproval, to see her children so weakened by a single drop of kindness. how easy it is to poison them into freely giving up their secrets to strangers. were she my daughter, she would have a greater sense of caution, jessica does not commit to text. i would have not taught her to be so guileless. the thought that passes by as quickly as her irritation. )
I am not who she speaks of. I've born no daughter. My second child has months to grow before she'll be ready to enter our world.
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I am not who she speaks of.
I've born no daughter. My second child has months to grow before she'll be ready to enter our world.