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YOU BETTER NOT FROWN
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Delilah Fitch did not get into the bus the next evening.

At Lark Lane, the bus paused for a moment, and an old lady was the only one that got in.

All his mind was fixated on, was the cruel purple welt on her soft face. Was she getting more? Was she so seriously injured that she couldn't even get into the bus?

"Everything alright, love?"

A voice snapped him out of his reverie, while he stood near an old passenger in the bus. He was halfway through handing over her ticket, when he got lost in his thoughts.

"Sorry Mrs. Conley," Parker Addington politely said. "Was a bit caught up with something else." He swiftly handed over her ticket, and chewed his lip.

Mrs.Conley smiled a little, her wrinkles fanning out on her papery face. "No worries. We've all got out problems."

Parker Addington looked out at the soft snowflakes that were gracefully tumbling through the wind.

His eyes set on one particular snowflake; beautiful, and glittery. It reminded him of Delilah. And something within him brought his mind to wish upon that very snowflake.

(please keep her safe)

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