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⋇⊶⊰𝑳𝒚𝒍𝒂 𝑳𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒏⊱⊷⋇
Summer is hard. I lay in my childhood bedroom. Not wanting to talk to anyone. The only person who I would let speak to me was Uncle Padfoot. He would lay in his dog form as I sobbed into his fur on an evening till I fell asleep. We would walk in the forest, just looking like a normal girl walking her dog.
