“But someday he could’ve changed,” Ian supplies quietly. His hand in Mickey’s hair tightens. “Maybe he would’ve shown up one day and loved you enough to not hurt you.”
I was not free
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Like, I’m supposed to tell him about shit, but some shit’s gonna hurt him, right? So how do I find the line?”
Nope,” Mickey says. “If God’s real, I think he’s got a lot of fucking explaining to do.”
I need peace
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