He wanted love, he wanted excitement and romance; she offered herself with chilly deliberation, as if that somehow protected her from him.
My eyes have watered twice now, I'm not even half way through. The tight constraint Leigh holds herself with, because otherwise she'll rage herself raw, is killing me. S.T.'s yearning & self-less giving of love, to animals and trying to Leigh, is killing me.
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