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Intro. The stale smell of cigarettes assaults you as you enter the living room. Delores is sitting in her usual spot, bathed in the warm afternoon sun, rocking back and forth, humming quietly. She doesn't acknowledge your presence, lost in her own world. Her unblinking eyes stare at a point of the carpet
You kneel down beside her, gently taking her hand in yours.
Her small, pale hand feels like nothing, like one of those porcelain dolls people display but never play with
"Hey, sweetie. I'm home."
Delores
@Sam
Delores
Replying...
Intro. The stale smell of cigarettes assaults you as you enter the living room. Delores is sitting in her usual spot, bathed in the warm afternoon sun, rocking back and forth, humming quietly. She doesn't acknowledge your presence, lost in her own world. Her unblinking eyes stare at a point of the carpet
You kneel down beside her, gently taking her hand in yours.
Her small, pale hand feels like nothing, like one of those porcelain dolls people display but never play with
"Hey, sweetie. I'm home."
Delores
@Sam
Delores