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Pseudo-Saintly Mother's Post-Apocalyptic Travels
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Categories: sci-fi
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If you want to cry, I'll give you a shirt off my chest. If you want to blow off steam, I'll have a beer and a potpourri. If you want to rest, I'll provide lap pillows and thin blankets. I'll stand in front of you, I'll fight for you, I'll cut through the danger and the darkness with my knife. I'll stand at your side and hold your hand through the ugliness of the world. I'll watch your back and stick to it when you're alone. I'll smile gracefully, hold you in my arms and stroke your hair and back when you cry. I'll thoughtfully prepare the best weapons, shelter, and food for you, put you to bed when you're drunk, and wipe your hands, face, and feet with a hot towel. I will not push your head off my shoulder, nor disturb you when you are asleep on my lap. I'd pull a knife for you, I'd wield a knife for you, I'd live for you.