87- But He Wears My Favorite Color Now and I’m Weak

KACIA

Oz and Elias linger quietly by the front door, both trying not to look uncomfortable. It’s not exactly going smoothly with the emotionally charged reunions and small children. Elias looks like he’s holding his breath. Oz looks like he’d rather be stabbed again. So I leave them to it. Someo...

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