I walked down the street. I looked up a name which seemed to hold a great significance to me.
madame candre, fortune extraordinare.
I turned on to rich estate and walked down the street.
I looked for number 93. I mounted the steps dubiously.
Wih a shaking hand i rang the bell. As it rang the earth began to shake beneath my feet.
The door opened revealing a scrunched old woman who doubled over.
"Madame candre?" I asked uncertainly
"What do you want?" She grumbled lighting a cigarette.
"Im your grand daughter" i said uneasily. She just stared at me the cigarette hung from her lips as she stared at me.
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Fanfictiondeparting jer late mother proved difficult, but leaving the last remaining relative appears to be the only way to escape the abuse of a father.
