Poor Little Bunny,

Would but I could lavish you with a hundred different types of soothing and healing touches! When you are in pain, so am I. My heart aches in rhythm with every raspy inhale and rattley exhale you manage.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

Or would you rather know that my hands now smell of soup?

Soup kitchen kisses and faith healer caresses,

Ms Mac
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