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Subject: *shakes her head*


Author:
Pol
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Date Posted: 20:49:51 02/27/02 Wed
In reply to: Tortalla 's message, "Poollllll..." on 20:39:24 02/27/02 Wed

That's not how it is! Wait...yes it is... *buries her head in her hands* No one cares about me...I'm lost in my own family...and Corey doesn't even love me... *she sobs blindly*

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Tortalla
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Date Posted: 20:15:16 03/01/02 Fri

The world spins back into focus...you see your entire family marching you out to the car and driving you somewhere. They push you out of the car in front of a building. It's an orphanage. A woman comes out with a clipboard. "Which one?" she asks lazily, popping her gum. "This one," says your mother, shoving you forward. "We don't need her anymore, she's always in the way. Take 'er." The family piles back into the car as the woman roughly drags you inside. "We get a lot of this," she comments idly. "People dumping off their crap here...you must be pure garbage. I can tell just by looking at you." She pushes you into a dirty, dark room, with no windows and shoves a bowl of dirty water and stale bread into your hands. "Here's supper." She walks away and closes the door, and what little light remains fades away...

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