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The boy stared on numbly into the distance, a cold, unbroken daze clouding his eyes.

He was so sick of this. So utterly and entirely exhausted from hours of strenous arguments and complaints fallen of stupidly deaf ears.

Because no one bothered enough of his pleas, nor Dahlia's. Amazing how blind society could be when it was needed.

And suddenly, the boy had found himself in his third foster home in 2 months. Why? Because the truthful were unwanted.

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