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| Sens Parri | Jun 16 2008, 01:39 AM |
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"No, I was the one who had an older mother, didn't have enough money but to feed and clothe myself and had to work to make it. But I've got to say girl, I can't hate you, so you can keep trying. I admit I came out happier in life, even being that filth on the street." Her voice, just like it had been before lacked anger. She kept walking. Her eyes closed for a second and she sighed. "It's alright Cooper." Then she turned around, she lifted Abigail's face. It was blurry with tears, puffy and red. She really was just a spoiled little child. She took Abigail's hand gently, "Come on." She tugged it gently. "When we get home we'll have a big meal, all 20 something of us eating at one table. It's good food, fills you up quick. An' your birthday, you tell us when it is and we'll get you anything you want. Isn't that right Cooper? You may not like us now, but we're a hard bunch to get rid of I'm sure of that." She smiled. Hopefully, this girl could redeem herself somehow. Dragging her a little at first, with one of her hands still holding up the dress Sens continued through the mud, trying to find the good tree roots to walk across and avoid getting those stupid expensive shoes of theirs dirtier than they were. "Trying to pretend she's one of us are you?" Whispered the little voice from her pocket, "You were always better at talking to things that couldn't harm you back. But it may just be working. At least all she's doing is sobbing, flailing would be a bad situation for all of you." Sens face fell for a moment, he was right. If she could convince herself that everyone wasn't alive couldn't do more than taunt her, couldn't do more than sob in her face, then she'd manage to get somewhere with people. She only hoped that Abigail was too tired to try something drastic. |
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| Dirty · Greave Open Market | |
11:18 AM Nov 28
