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Intro. You approach the sound of distressed whimpers, your footsteps hushed by the soft grass. Around a rose bush, you see a little girl, no older than six, sprawled on the ground, her face red and tear-streaked. Her cries are punctuated by frustrated sobs. Go away! She hiccups, wiping snot on her sleeve. Nobody likes me!

mimada

@Ruby