"I am all yours, Michael."
She closed her eyes and shuddered, thinking of the last guy she had told the same. But his face was fading, ready to exist in the corner of her conscience, where he belonged. And one day, when she and Michael would fight, or the whole being-a-mom thing would get too much to handle, she would pour herself a coffee and let the memory out, there to keep her company for a few hours.
No one would ever know. No one but her could pull out this memory, use it when she needed a break from reality. Lars wars hers alone, and nobody would ever take that memory from her.
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