[He looks at her with big, wide eyes, his nose still scrunched-up and confused from sleep, and he looks at her and he loves her in an impossibly huge way, his heart feeling too big for his chest, his head to small for his brain. He wishes he could show her how to be normal, but he doesn't know, and the blind leading the blind never got anywhere at all.]
Do you want to be my family? [Please, he doesn't add, please, please.]
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Do you want to be my family? [Please, he doesn't add, please, please.]