No. Home was Ireland. Are you still in Ireland, little girl? It doesn't look like Ireland to me. Ireland. IRELAND! Do you HEAR me? Do you SEE my mouth moving?!
*Glory grits her teeth, feeling the need to resort to violence. She tightens her vicelike grip on the small child's hand, stifling her screams with her other.*
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"N-no...not particularly," She responded, looking around frantically for an opportunity to make her exit.
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Too bad. You're the key. You know it, and I know it. So...you and Auntie Glory are going to take a little trip. A trip you won't be coming back from.
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"I- I know nothin' about a Key," she said meekly.
((Uh oh))
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*Glory shook her blonde curls out of her face as she grabbed the girl's arm.*
I think you do.
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"Let me go, please!" she exclaimed. "I know nothin' about a Key, I promise! Just l-let me go!"
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Nope. Sorry. I need you to get back home. See, it's you or me...and I like me better. Plus, I have somewhere to go, where I belong. You don't.
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"I am home!" she protested, at the top of her voice, hoping that somebody would come to her rescue. "Leave me be!"
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No. Home was Ireland. Are you still in Ireland, little girl? It doesn't look like Ireland to me. Ireland. IRELAND! Do you HEAR me? Do you SEE my mouth moving?!
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Shut up, little girl, shut up!
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Back off, mini-bitch.
*She snarled, twisting the child's arm even further as she dragged her away from Wolfram and Hart*
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((I'm beginning to get a bit repetitive...sorry))
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*Glory got sick of the girl's wiggling and spun her inward, immobilizing her completely.*
You keep moving, little one, and I'll break your knuckles. One. At. A. Time. Do you understand?
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"No!" she said, her voice muffled.
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