“I like purple,” Jesse begrudgingly admitted. “But I don’t understand why we’re talking about colors! I thought we were going home to have hot chocolate with Mama. Did she call back? Can you check? Maybe you missed it!”

Anons from My Muses Children || Selectively Accepting Tom sighed before nodding at the doctor. “Purple’s great, thanks.” He readjusted on the bed, shifting Jesse so her good side was leaning against him. “I know, honey. I know. Remember when the chair squished your arm? Well, it didn’t just squish it, it broke your arm.” He pointed at hisContinue reading ““I like purple,” Jesse begrudgingly admitted. “But I don’t understand why we’re talking about colors! I thought we were going home to have hot chocolate with Mama. Did she call back? Can you check? Maybe you missed it!””

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