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boo- talking
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The newly born girl lays in her mothers arms. feeling the warmth of her mothers skin press against her. the soothing voice of her farther. But where is here.
"hello" a slither of a voice said. It make the hair on her skin stand on end.
"w-w-w-who are you" the girl asks she didn't know she could talk
"I'm your curse or well second soul" the voice replies
before this young girl could replies she feels someone taking her away. She cry's. Cry's louder and louder where's her mama why isn't she here.
This was the beginning of a little girls strange life.
she lays down in this weird bed it has glass walls around her. she sees other babies and wonders where we are.
"little one do not worry they are babies like you but you are very special only you can hear me and one day you will be able to see me" the voice tells her calming the little baby down
who is this voice and why is it so nice and calms me down
"do you know what my name is" the girl asks hoping to find out what people will call her.
"to me I call you little one or pet but others will call you angelica" the vice told her.
angelica. to her sounds horrible more weird.
