[ Her hands are limp, weak in his grip, all of her faculties left scattered like dust on the ground. ]
--all grown up. [ Helpless, she grips at his hands, utterly shell shocked but enough of a mother, at this point, to know that she is indeed faced with her own son. That in itself comes with its own set of embarrassments, she's sure, as she gives in and pulls him into a tight embrace. ]
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[ Her hands are limp, weak in his grip, all of her faculties left scattered like dust on the ground. ]
--all grown up. [ Helpless, she grips at his hands, utterly shell shocked but enough of a mother, at this point, to know that she is indeed faced with her own son. That in itself comes with its own set of embarrassments, she's sure, as she gives in and pulls him into a tight embrace. ]