Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence — Holly Hood, Prison of Paradise
Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence — Holly Hood, Prison of Paradise
Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence — Holly Hood, Prison of Paradise
Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence — Holly Hood, Prison of Paradise
Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence — Holly Hood, Prison of Paradise
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Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence, back to my prison of paradise, back to the one place I knew I could be happy, yet miserable, all in the same day.

— Holly Hood, Prison of Paradise
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