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I got out of the fire exit of the building while humming songs and eating bread—the life.
I had to finish everything before getting into the house or that woman would question why I had good food to eat, and why I was out of my head.
Anyhow I made it home inside the dingy apartment with 1 room
did you think one bedroom, my friends? No, I meant one room with a sofa that Mrs. Colleen was sleeping on. Now you might be thinking she being nice by giving up the "bed for me".
But the "bed for me" was the floor and I'd choose that stupid sofa any day
still you might be thinking she's a great woman for actually taking in a girl child during these times. I assure you dear reader it's not that.
She made me get a boy cut so she could trick the government that she adopted a useful son and then got some money out of that.
Anyway the second Mrs. Collen saw me she got up from the sofa and started examining me as if I'd done a crime-(which I had but still how could she? I'm offended?)
Her long blonde hair fell to her hips which was probably the only difference in our appearance since I had a boy cut but other than that I had red eyes so I can say with full joy and certainty no, I'm not related to that woman.
She kept observing me "You could have fooled me, maybe if the shopkeeper hadn't noticed his dogs chasing you," she said her green eyes glaring at me.
Oh shit.
"Why can't you be like a normal child thankful for my efforts-?" what followed after that was a lovely 3-hour lecture of how I should have never stolen and if I did I shouldn't have gotten caught.
So when she finally finished I lay on my floor planning to do better next time. Stupid dogs.
Honestly, I wouldn't care if she was abducted by Aliens the next day, least I could live peacefully
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ActionA secret, a monarchy, a superstition, a rebellion, and a girl who has always liked to play with fire.
