Too Late For Regret, Mr. Carlson

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kneeling beside a pile of blankets

hardwood floor. Then he looked at the mass

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ed pajamas, but she still looked frail.

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on the floor

g in that bed wi

w across the floor. "This is ridiculous.

," she corrected.

squeeze, but he was angry. He was un

the bed,

. "You're

ingers left on her pale skin. Guilt flashed throug

oor. See if I care. If you get si

e stood under the spray, trying to wash away the image of her

out, the ro

bed. The she

could hear her breathing on the floor.

de. He looked over

into a tight

mm

off. He got out of

exi

nswer. She j

yingly light. She felt like a bir

d, pushing weakly

," he wh

e bed. He pulled

s much distance between them as the matt

. He stared at the curve of

wanted to pull her back t

turned his

s apart, separated by