Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
Sean looks up at her, and he wants to explain it all to her. Explain what it__ like to be rubbed so raw, to have your emotional threshold exceeded day after day, your psyche beaten so completely that you have no choice but to turn inward, shunning any and everything that__ ever brought you comfort. He wants to explain that__p until the past month or so__e__ been existing in a black hole, a mental abyss that he only recently realized he put himself in.But watching Lauren__ face__he concern in her expression, so pure and complete, considering he__ technically still a complete stranger__e realizes he doesn__ have to explain anything. She knows what it__ like. Everybody does.
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Sean looks up at her, and he wants to explain it all to her. Explain what it__ like to be rubbed so raw, to have your emotional threshold exceeded day after day, your psyche beaten so completely that you have no choice but to turn inward, shunning any and everything that__ ever brought you comfort. He wants to explain that__p until the past month or so__e__ been existing in a black hole, a mental abyss that he only recently realized he put himself in.But watching Lauren__ face__he concern in her expression, so pure and complete, considering he__ technically still a complete stranger__e realizes he doesn__ have to explain anything. She knows what it__ like. Everybody does.
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