She has a heart-stopping smile and a beautiful face. She has an adorable laugh, a smart mind, and a kind heart. She always looks out for the people around her, always there to lend a helping hand. I know she isn't all smiles, though. Not at all. I always hear her parents yelling, and on some nights I hear glass breaking from her house. She's been talking to me, and slowly but surely, I've been trying to tell her that she can ask for help the same way she gives it to others.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
Short StoryThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
