all self-deprecation put aside please and thank you, you're attractive in your own lights (as i think i made the mistake of explaining to cris, albeit saying the same about himself, which didn't mollify matters) but the cherub sounds bonny enough for her own self. when they're that tiny, they've no notion on what the world holds for them and beautiful for it.
that sounds nothing at all like the present person i encounter on the regular, but i like the idea of you blowing all the cobwebs away. i think he's tipped over from ms. havisham into brave new world and i'd rather we didn't frighten the horses with hospitals. he wants books, he'll have to come out to get them. when did you stop going out a lot with him?
a tiny bit, albeit in inches and extracted with great difficulty. i don't go after people's secrets willy-nilly, sunshine. i think they'll give them over if they want to and in their own time, and i spend most of my time with seven trying to elicit good temper. but i've a mind the miniature morgan's absent parent has something to do with it.
ye-es, i've been sidling around the same point. i understand why she's seething and she's desperate to not let anyone in and desperate to find anybody who'll take her into confidences, but i don't understand core-deep loathing and i'm not made for it, even if i took up cudgels on her behalf. i don't hate often or easily, sunshine. your redheaded lady and those who've a fancy to prey upon the helpless, but not that many.