Five.

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Five.

The door flew open and she jumped out of her seat at the dishevelled sight of her mother.

'I feed you, send you to school, provide a roof over your head and what the hell do you do all day?'

Her mother raised an eyebrow.

Silence.

'Study? When the hell are you studying? Get up and do some chores, I did not raise you to be a whore.'

And her mother was gone.

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