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i locked my bedroom door.
several pounds came from behind the door. but obviously i am never going to open it for her.
"faye, it's your mother. open this door now."
"you heard her, open this door!"
zoe's voice echoed in my ears.
i grabbed my stuff,
and climbed out of the window.
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precarious
Short Story❝what happens in this family doesn't concern you.❞ © poltaeroid
