THE NURSERY RHYME
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THE NURSERY RHYME

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She was standing on the gravel shoulder, caught in the beam of the headlights. No jacket. No shoes. Her clothes torn in a way that had nothing to do with fashion — broken — dirty — terrified. She was staring at the car the way people stare when they've been waiting for something — anything — for a very long time. The window rolled down. "You okay?" He stole it from them. The Nursery Rhyme was never meant to be anything but beautiful. He will use it — he will make it his own and they will feel every single word that comes from his lips. He will make sure they feel it — to their core. He smiled. This is going to be fun!