Amina
Food,food,food. Why do we need food? It doen't even taste good most of the time.
"Honey aren't you going to eat?", my mother askes.
"I'm not hungry", I reply.
"Ok i'll wrap it up for later, but promise me one thing Amina."
"What?"
"That you'll eat it, not Mischeif."
"Fine, i'll eat it", Amina murmered. Eventually.
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Broken
Conto"Come on Amina you've got to come out. You can't stay in there forever" "Whats worth coming out for?"
