Submitted to literotica.com by the author. In the hopes of becoming a courier, at least for one year, Keme had trained hard. He was sure he could keep...up with the moth. He found a hiding spot on a high branch, from which he could observe the moth who was still at his father’s guard pole. There he started smearing himself with cheap paste ink. The blacker he could make himself, the easier it would be to hide in the night. He was far done, and far impatient, when his father and the moth joined. I had to be in thehospital for a long time to get fixed up right, and to get myselfpunished, but I am all better now." And you're my daughter right? You didn't die that day did you?" No, I didn't die. I am your daughter." And the other two in this picture?" We lost Jim and Dad because of the accident." That's right - I didn't lose Stephanie like you thought at first, itwas poor Jim who died. He is dead and buried now." I miss Jim." You just focus on being yourself Stephanie, there's nothing you. More

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