I was 10 next. My father needed it, so I gave him what he needed.
He was a selfish prick though, and I regretted my decision.
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03 09 | m.yg [seven] √
Fanfictie{Part 7, Ethereal Deaths} A revenge of one who doesn't know the true intention of giving. The tale of the giving tree, of sorts, retold. [Also available on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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