I ate my cereal slowly while I was staring at him. He laid on the couch were I put him.
I wanted answers to all this, but I had to get some fresh air.
Whatever was happening to him and I, I couldn't handle it.
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Cannot handle (Phan)
PoetryHe shook it off as if nothing happened, and hugged me. His warmth calmed me a bit. But he knew I couldn't handle the truth. --- Phan story. It was meant to be Dan's perspective, but it's in whatever perspective you want to read it in. It doesn't eve...
