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“I want to go hooooooome,” she’d cried. “I want my dog.”
Me
The closet was crammed with paintings—landscapes, different views of the hospital grounds, a lake in sun and shadow, and there, repeated again and again, was the face of a little boy with ruddy curls and bright blue eyes.
Im tearing up :(
getting caught inside when the grain or corn or sugar gave way beneath their feet, being slowly suffocated to death. She closed the hatch and sealed it tight.
A fear of mine.
“Let’s not say things we don’t mean, my love.”
GRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! "my love." Matthias you devil you.
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But he didn’t. He drew closer.
OMG OMG OMG
But Wylan was already gone.
IM GAGGED I JUST CHOKED ON AIR
Poor Wylan might have to invest in a good tonic.
HAHAHAHAHA
“The way you let my mother live?”
CLOCK IT
