D.O.L.L.H.O.U.S.E. ❤ Wattys2017 ❤

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my mother wasn't the type to baby my brother and me.
she wouldn't hold our hands until our worries were gone.
if we had a problem of any sort, we'd just have to suck it up and handle it ourselves.

'we don't have time to wallow in our sorrows and self-pity,'
is another thing she would say to us.
and it was exactly what she said to me when she saw the tears in my eyes as we took pictures.

afterwards, you walked over to me and asked if i was okay.
i told you i was fine,
but you knew i was lying.
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you looked very familiar to me,
and i remembered seeing you at several gatherings.

and unfortunately,
you were also the son of one of the other wealthier families in town

i had to get away from you soon before my mother saw.
i knew she wouldn't be happy about it at all.

i tried to nicely ask you to leave me be several times,
but you were a persistent one.
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you insisted we continue our conversation and that i stuck around you
so you could 'keep an eye on me' because there were 'too many perverted, preying eyes'.

but as much as i wanted to stay with you,
i couldn't.

i tried to explain.
my mother had to introduce me to someone before i could socialize with them,
save for the natural pleasantries that came with being the co-hostess of a gathering.

unfortunately,
i didn't have time to explain because before i could,
i was caught.

my mother had found me,
and she was not happy.

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