Chapter 4. Page 33. Second chapter.: she brings me food that I forced myself to eat slow slowly or else be sick. It’s simple fear but harder than anything I’ve eaten in almost a year. She further for the fight me with the aid of a few cards. Eventually, she steps back admire her handiwork. I feel like a shattered vase pasted back together the cracks are still there, but only if you look closely.
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