What would I have done? I'd have covered them up. It was partially the clothes, partially some indefinable air of authority or bad attitude or something. His face was turned away, only a thin rim of profile showing through his hair like the moon just before it goes dark. All those muscles got to be good for something.
He walked out still hugging his arms around himself as if he were cold. Donna's old enough to make her own mistakes, but when you screw her, you're screwing her kids, too. Fine, don't tell me about them. But I failed Peter twice because I looked away just before a wordless scream tore form his mouth.
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