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It was only now, years later, that with adult hindsight, she recognised the sweetness of the gesture.
A grown man entertaining 3 'raccoons', treating them like real ladies. Instinctively colluding in the conspiracy of their fiction, taking care not to decimate it with adult carelessness. Or affection.
It was after all so easy to shatter a story. To break a chain of thought. To ruin a fragment of a dream being carried around carefully like a piece of porcelain
To let it be, to travel with it, as he did, is much the harder thing to do.
