A Mother's Sin
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ain. A heavy, te
smell began to se
oo
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to the floor, tears strea
o
hed my door again
ock.
Everything's clear.
. But it was..
ephole, my body sha
glassy, unfocused. A dark stai
against the doo
This human puppet isn't workin
t came from just
ing David
ed over me. The horro
om the door, a chok
, David. Chlo
of me. Because Bru
d. Fear will make
hts were
my hands over my ears, but it d
playing
ey meant nothing to him. He
ting. Enjo
d in my hand. A
prise! On my way home. See
h
lking into
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