the fireplace

She tries to please me. It is in her nature to be obedient, pleasant, and polite. I haven’t had to teach her these things. Indeed, I do not believe I would have fallen in love with a woman who did not already possess these qualities.

I want to cherish my little girl. It is not my interest to turn a bitch into someone tolerable. Instead I prefer to know my girl is good. Her heart is good, her intentions are pure.

But small mistakes will happen, thank god. They provide us the opportunities to explore who we are.

Tonight she left the gas fireplace running while she went down the street to the post office. When she arrived home, and found me in the living room by the fire, I saw her face drop. She knew immediately she had made a mistake.

She will be posting her thoughts on her mistake and what the consequences must be.

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