She Doesn't Know I'm Gone (1/10)
It’s nine pm on Friday and Ellen has finally reached home after her third late night at the office in as many days. As she approaches her apartment and digs in her bag for her keys, she nearly trips over a dark shape huddled in the door frame. Upon inspection, the shape turns out to be a sleeping girl, age perhaps twelve, slumped over and leaning
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