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“You still hurt.” Mal stared at him, startled by the assertion. “No, I don’t hurt now. Dr. Simon stopped the hurting.” Adam put his hand to Mal’s chest. “Hurt in here,” he said with certainty born of something beyond empathy. Mal could not gaze into those blue eyes so like his own and lie to the child. “Maybehaps some,” he admitted. “But that kinda’ hurt only gets better with time.”
-- Crash Course--Part VII--Fight or Flight (Repost) by slumming
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