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It's a quiet sort of day.
She putters around her place, makes things tidy, feeds her fish, flips idly through an old issue of Cosmopolitan...
There's a picture of pidgeons in there.
It's enough.
She curls up on her couch and sobs into a pillow for her lost brother.
She putters around her place, makes things tidy, feeds her fish, flips idly through an old issue of Cosmopolitan...
There's a picture of pidgeons in there.
It's enough.
She curls up on her couch and sobs into a pillow for her lost brother.