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... Dirty, old, and dark under the black of the night sky. The flickering streetlight was the only thing that was brightening me up.
Just because someone had lived long didn't mean they were old. They wouldn't grow without exposure to things. Development.
Yes.
No…
That was just an excuse.
As I blinked my eyes, the walls of the house were replaced by windows with yellow curtains always pulled down. In front of me, the child grew day after day, and so did its pa ...
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