[ She guards her softness, she cannot blame him for guarding his. Wasn't that what she had taught him, the first time? her idle affection for a horse, pressing in close in soft words of a home she doubts she'll ever see again? Drawn him in only to throw him off and never let him think it would be that easy to get at those parts of her. ]
Your softness is your own. I want a great deal more than that, I want your honesty.
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Your softness is your own. I want a great deal more than that, I want your honesty.