Writing instead of being depressed

Writing instead of being depressed

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You could say Jen was very optimistic, or hopeful. Sees the glass "half-full" and not "half-empty". You'd be going off of her looks and acts, for Jen could not speak. She doesn't have a tongue! Even so, she goes through a LOT and handles it pretty well. Until, watching her first love commit suicide, and after finding out her feelings for him.
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Anneliese

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