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The Howling Voice of a Mute Beauty

Chapter 4Ā Blinding Light

Word Count: 1039 Ā Ā Ā |Ā Ā Ā  Released on: 14/01/2021

ame fast as I walk in furry towards the ki

e have a lot of things to be thankful for

ed the bunch of elementary papers in her chest, distracti

whole place, the envelope getting

roaned in frustration. This witch is getting smar

don't you even have resp

d sarcastic

here the hell did you put my money again?" I glared a

rom real to a bunch of elementar

ar!" She turned her feet and faced the

ll of yourself I just thought of giving myself a gift for my hard work

elf a gift then work your ass out and burn your ow

king so hard in this house and I at least need to make myself feel good! Your money is not

pay for that thing?" I furrowed m

and you act like you did nothin

laining, anyway? I am l

pain on my cheeks. I touched it with my hand an

an orphan! You can't even thank the people who picked you up w

what I am right now, my hand went fro

my parents deserved to die. I am not wishing for your early death, but I hope you

to my secret place where I stock some of my money. I know that a day will come that this wo

at. They chide you for the things they did and act so tired for the things you didn't even ask. And she works

, yes. But it wasn't an acceptab

d be mistreated and suffer. I can still endure it, but Terren doesn't deserve

telling him where I will go and when will I come back. I immediately

for her,

ver try so hard to explain myself and ignore everything, but seeing that I lost about a

. I would still understand if Terren or Aunt Tanya were the ones who spen

t know that I don't want to see that witch and I need to give myself a short breath. Whenever I w

n it slipped off my hand and landed on the road. I shook my head and lower down my bo

f the middle of the road but my feet seemed like it was already glued on it and the next things

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