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Give up the fight, baby girl Let Daddy wash all those worries away

Hell, she doesn’t look a day over twenty and she’s living in one of the poorest areas in the city, where we’re packed in like sardines

I have stacks of cash, but I live here too, temporarily at least, for reasons of my own

I kno to survive, and I can take away the flight or flight shehome from her shift at the diner in the dark

It ers to the bone only to have a beyond sketchy walk awaiting her after she finishes her twelve to sixteen hour shifts at a diner frequented by guys whose conversations revolve more around illicit activities than Disney movies

And DisneyI know I see the shirts she wears each and every day, each day a colorful one with a different Disney character, although likely purchased at the bootleg shop in our neighborhood

No way she can afford the real thing Heck, I can’t even spot a single piece of furniture in her apartment

Does she sleep on the floor? The same floor that not ten feet over in my own apartment I found two cockroaches last week?

She belongs here, with me, in my arms and in my bed, and not just for sexual reasons either

I need her close, to keep her safe and fulfill this new, paternal need, that has o today

My eyes narrow as I keep ate an unna our way to our apartments

I feel like we’re together already, although she has no idea I’ht…here in case she needs me