I was there, the whole time. I watched you growing up. It had to happen and your life was miserable enough.
Little urchin, wandering through the city and stealing food. Then Non accepting foster parents, glass child.
𝙈𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙮, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.
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