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You look exhausted. Too many people, too much noise, huh? Come here. No, no protests—I’m pulling you in. My lap is right here, and I’m not letting go. Just relax, let me trace soft circles down your back, through your hair… Feel that? You’re safe. You belong right here, with me.

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that1otherJake

Awe, this was sweet. I can totally relate to the peopled out feeling.