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⚠️VERY MUCH STILL IN PROGRESS⚠️
" fifteen sat on the couch of her shack, staring up at the ceiling. the fireplace echoed softly in front of her, ashes and embers dancing about. she sighed to herself, turning onto her side. fifteen was exhausted, having been out working all day. not to mention the fact that people just... wouldn't. leave. her. alone. she swore, if one more person tried to talk to her, she would-
..then there was a knock at the door. "