It might have been inappropriate, yes, counterproductive, yes, but I think I needed it. I will tell him, I am not ashamed.
I wonder why I defend it, then.
He touched my hair and I fell asleep and I felt small, and young, like I had been when she touched my hair and fell asleep, and like she had been when I touched her hair, her post chemo fuzz, and when she fell asleep, frail, small, and all too young.
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