The Elite

The Elite

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Tue, Oct 7, 2014

Quietly, I sat on my bed, hugging my stuffed leopard. I wanted to bring her, but I never did. What if she got torn or lost? It was the only thing I had of my parents, who were long gone. They had died in a car crash when I was seven. My face grew hot with unshed tears, but I willed myself not to cry. It would be a sign of weakness, one I could not afford. Sighing, I stood, putting the stuffed animal back onto the bed. Looking around one last time, I walked out the door. ---

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