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В процессе, впервые опубликовано июл. 09, 2014
So many years.
So many years had her father practically disappeared from all existence. No one knew what had happened to him.
And even though he had been the one to bring her to the state she was in, she now wished he was back again.
For the long while he had been gone, there was no one there. She couldn't move, she couldn't yell for help. Not that there was anyone who could help her, anyways.
So long had she sat there, immobile, and mute. Not a soul around her. No one was there.
No one at all.
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