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Perhaps she was able to understand, but she did not want to. She missed her childhood. Tainted and corrupted as it was, at least she had been together with her siblings. Her brothers had not always quarrelled about everything. Growing up and becoming an adult was the worst thing that had happened to her, but when she had been a child she had been unable to grow up fast enough for her liking. Her smile faded slowly away from her sorrowful face as he finished. Where did he belong then? He smelled of loneliness, and that was a life she did not think he deserved. To hear that he had found their mother forced cherry orbs to widen slightly in silent shock, but she had already abandoned the woman emotionally. She had nothing to say to that.

Then her curiosity peaked and she could tell by his careful approach of the forthcoming subject that an uncomfortable surprise was on its way. Lips pursed and she knew she could not go on living without hearing this little piece of information, whatever it was. She had experienced horrible things already in her short life; surely she could withstand some bad news. She would always regret these words she now spoke. ”Tell me.”

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