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[Clover] I spent time yesterday afternoon talking with the police and Queen Bellamy over the phone about the hunter who attacked me in the grocery store. When I was done, Stanton took me to our room and had me lay on the bed with my head in his lap. It was amusing to me, because this was normally reversed. He stroked my hair and asked me to talk to him about the things I was thinking and feeling. There was no way I was telling him everything. I loved him so much, but he didn’t realize that a relationship couldn’t survive on total truth. Most truth, a lot of truth, but not all truth and revelation all the time. There were thoughts that just weren’t meant to be shared. Instead, I worked on pushing past my inhibitions and sharing things that I didn’t often share with others. I made mys