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xatthwem
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What she took home was never enough for them. They would feast, and she would be kicked aside. Bloodied, the tears would fall, but no sound emerged. All she could do was run to the ruins of the past, the old cities above ground, and find comfort in the quiet of death.

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What she took home was never enough for them. They would feast, and she would be kicked aside. Bloodied, the tears would fall, but no sound emerged.

All she could do was run to the ruins of the past, the old cities above ground, and find comfort in the quiet of death.

Life had other plans. Among the empty wastes, she found a sapling. It had fallen from its mother in a storm and blown far away. The girl smiled and wrote on the sand, 'I know where you can grow.'

She laid in the earth, then, food for a friend.

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