HAPPY
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X'zailah just loves her parents and being cheerful as much as her vivid personality allows her to be. What she doesn't love is torment and belittling comments that harms her confidence and rationality. What she encounters in this book will show her the meaning of trust, hatred, and grief. "X'zailah, Don't you understand?" He asked, frowning with distaste at her knowingly stubborn mindset. "W-what is it that I don't understand?" Her voice peppy and bright. Nothing will bring a frown to this face. Guaranteed. "Nobody here," He gestured to the many breathing and functioning brains among them. "Wants you here! You're fucking worthless! Not even worth me explaining what you tried to deny for so fucking long!" His voice ragged from yelling at her, sweat consuming his forehead. "Oh. T-that's it? I don't ca-" "Die. Just fucking die already, X'zailah." The question is... Will she die? Dun dun DUN!!!!
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