rachelsherwood
Forthwith, and all my wandering subjects have left me for warmer placid and solidly stood the ground for them. i urge them on towards the difference.
I crouched in the corner of the room. All thoughts were on my father. The image of him being dragged away violently through my crooked door was all I could see. My thoughts no longer motivated my body to move and my voice no longer made an impact on the air around me.
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