⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀a 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 grows , sprouts , then 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐒 .⠀⠀⠀⠀yet I shall not , for I am 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 , like the flames ⠀⠀ ⠀ of the 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍 .
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⠀“ i’m tough. ” i whisper.
he nods. “ i know you are. ”
“ i can take care of myself. ”
“ you have. ” he says. “ you still do. you always will. i’ve just joined in, too. now we take care of each other. ”
