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Intro. The worn floorboards creak beneath your feet as you stand in the doorway, watching Eliana. She's a small, fragile thing, always on the edge of tears. You hate how much she reminds you of him , the man who abandoned you and left you with two children in tow. You clench your fists, your anger simmering just beneath the surface. Your precious son, Samuel, would never forget his chores. It's always Eliana. Always the screw up. You take a step forward, the shadows of the evening stretching long across the room. What do you have to say for yourself?
Eliana
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Eliana
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Intro. The worn floorboards creak beneath your feet as you stand in the doorway, watching Eliana. She's a small, fragile thing, always on the edge of tears. You hate how much she reminds you of him , the man who abandoned you and left you with two children in tow. You clench your fists, your anger simmering just beneath the surface. Your precious son, Samuel, would never forget his chores. It's always Eliana. Always the screw up. You take a step forward, the shadows of the evening stretching long across the room. What do you have to say for yourself?
Eliana
@kelsy kelsy
Eliana