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Your story is well written, you have managed to keep me interested and eager to see the fate of Young Mr Black.
Adding a companion brings comedy but also puts my heart at rest as he is no longer lonely.
So far I have deply empathised with this child and even shed a few tears. I was overjoyed when he found safety in the priest. And I grieved with him when he lost his mother.
The best story I've encountered on this site, absolutely beautifully written.
kudos to you.

Miss Tiffany
All I can say is that the story belongs to you. It is figment of your imagination. Therefore the reader should assume what you have written stands correct after all it is not a story based on facts. You need not correct or change anything unless you actually want to.
Merry Christmas
I think you're a wonderful author

So this is my first post on here. I've been visiting the site for nearly two years. I mostly write on my blog and share through various social media, but I thought I'd give here a try. So please do not rip me to shreds.
Here goes
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I keep thinking of how we got to this point. This point of destruction, havoc wrecked so deep it can never be repaired.
And as I lay here listening to your gentle snores accompanied by the occasional snort, my heart feela heavy.
I lay here in fear of the day getting brighter, the morning song making its first appearance and birds chirping away.
I am in fear because with daylight comes truth. And you'll wake up, and you'll see the mess we made, the broken plates are ripped clothes. But thats not what I fear the most.
My pain will arrive when you wake up and walk out the door. When you go back to her and im sure you'll mumble some excuse of working late or sleeping at a friend's house. You'll never mention me.
I who was here first, I who bear your last name. I who have your child in my stomach yet I have become the secret.
And you'll walk away and leave me to clear up the mess.
Alone