Ziva spent the rest of the day in a pit of despair. Her mother had barely spoken to her once they got home, had just looked at her sadly and walked into her room and shut the door. Ziva stood there for a moment, before walking to the fridge, grabbing a pint of peanut butter fudge-cup ice cream and a spoon and going to her room. She shut the door
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*eat your heart out, other readers!*
Loved it like always, Jesi! XD
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