No. I don't want to tell it again. I want to keep it safe and secret and warm and hidden. It's mine now. I won't dwell on it. I want it secret from myself as well. Something sweet and soft hiding in my subconscious, casting a gentle glow over the darkness and fear hidden there. A loving Monster of the Id (for once).
I'll forget it. It never happened. And I'm happy for no reason.
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