I can hear the knocks on the door, soft thuds of skin on wood, as the owner comes, thinking he can kick me out of my home. I finally understand why Abigail quit. And finally Dad, I can see the light. As the last rivulets of the bright red liquid ooze from my palms, taking with it the last of my life, I look into the light, ready to move on.1234 copyright protection1169ＰＥＮＡＮＡsCJtoiRGqB 尼
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