• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 08
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Some scars hurt in different ways. The scars of a love lost aches the heart and numbs the soul. The physical scar pulsating, beating red, is the worst kind. Nothing can soothe that pain. Not even the bountiful trees in the garden with the chirping birds and hopping white tailed rabbits, will ease the anguish. Dressing in a fine blue and white pin stripe suit and dashing black tie will not make it end. The only way to succumb, is the ease and comfort of the red hand glove gently pressing against the body.