[ instead of answering right away, abigail hums an agreeable sounding noise. rough day, month, life. well, no, not the last part. she'd had an okay life until her day started murdering (and eating!) girls that looked just like her. regrettably, the past year has tarnished the golden idealism of the rest of her seemingly idyllic childhood.
he was a good dad until he wasn't.
story of her life.
after some silence, sipping her water, she verbalizes an answer. ] Could be worse.
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he was a good dad until he wasn't.
story of her life.
after some silence, sipping her water, she verbalizes an answer. ] Could be worse.