Omg im being sold??!!

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I wake up it my straw bed. My dad is yelling from the the front room, completely drunk on wine. I throw on a whatever I can find. I am wearing a pink dress with a grey sash. I tie my hair up into a loose knot at the back of my head. I pass through the curtain to the front room of our hut.  My father is talking to someone at the front door
" magdelena come over here I'm selling you to buy more wine!"
What!! I think I can't be sold. This is a disaster. My life is ruined. Walking up to the door I can see a y'all man with long glossy hair and a curly beard. Wait, it can't be I think. I walk closer.

JESUS!!!

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