Ah the Victorian era. So progressive, yet so arse backwards. I AM glad to be here, especially now. Who knows what they might have done to, well, the likes of me.
We didn't...I don't know if we've monsters at home or they were just quiet about it, but it seems you should love who you want to love. Father may well like to see ME with someone but it's complicated as matters go. I LOVE them but...I don't WANT them if that makes sense.
I think so. I've a friend I'm thinking I want to try to help. It's something about the blood.