"Jenny wakes smothered in white sheets with cool palms pawing her head and shush-shush now, shush-shush in her ears and Jenny is bruised and Baby is gone." What a stunner @abbywilliams.bsky.social in @nffr.bsky.social
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Occasionally even the scent of chip shop vinegar is enough to take Jenny back to her old redbrick road, the chafing cold of the privy, the knife-tear sensation so unexpectedly agricultural, anatomical...
