What kind of creature loves unconditionally, I wonder?
Who is so loyal that they come back, time and time again, even after they’ve been beaten?
How can a creature have such a capacity to love?
Am I always this lazy when it comes to love? Is there an exception? How can I find that sort of strength? That sort of courage? That sort of loyalty?
Looking down at the creature in my arms, I want so desperately to know.
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