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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐠𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡.
𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞.
𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.
"𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛- (𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝), 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐛- 𝐌𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛- 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 (𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝), 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐧- (𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧) 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡- 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧' (𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭), 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐨?) 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧' (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?) 𝐀𝐬𝐤 𝐌𝐮𝐰𝐨𝐩, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 (𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧) 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 (𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐩), 𝐚 𝐧- 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛- 𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 (𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩), 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐬𝐨 𝐛- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬 (𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐦) 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐦) 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐧, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐦- 𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐠𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐡, 𝐠𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐡)" ♫
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FanfictionA Novella about a young lady finding her own path. Restoring her identity and being preserved in strength to love again or to let go all that's she's known.. This is a story about coming back home to yourself, and being at peace. With the lesson tha...
