At the end of the day, it is what she knew she would do. She is suffocating, dead to herself, creative vibes and urges dying among this midst of screaming children, children that aren't even hers, little ones she loves but does not like. She takes solice in a solitary canine, one who looks at her with wide amber eyes, sits near her just for the
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