they got home,
both tired.
she was exhausted, and she just didn't feel like dealing with her father.
usually he couldn't wait to get home,
but today,
today was something different.
he was sick, and not in the physically incapable type [though it felt as so, too],
but more of the mental capacity his strength could only carry.
they were both like technology-
their storage was almost full, and they had their shutdowns, when they needed a break- when their system shut down.. and, eventually, they're going to die.
though, they both knew they'd run out of battery before that happened.
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Teen Fiction'they're kind of dead, sir' short story #131 t.f #663 2014 [currently 372 in ss)