DIX SEPT

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Dazed and petrified she is,
As she buries her face into her soft pillow
Absorbing every little tear
That spilled from her delicately carved face.
She cries and cries
How couldn't she have noticed
That the porter ,
who lifted her baggage,
Who was looking tattered and unkempt,
Broken and Sad,
Is no other person
But her own aunt
Her own very maternal aunt
The maternal aunt she always wanted
But never had...

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ROFFY

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