Gifted CircleI sit looking at the wood framed mirror in front of me. It reflects the best room in orphanage, the mistress's quarters. There behind me sits her bed dressed in satin red sheets. They lay there innocently not showing signs of the gruff breaths and moans this room exerts at night. Behind the bed is the closet in which the mistress is looking for a suiting dress for my prom, though I know that's not her only thoughts for the dress. It's also my 18th birthday and the last day I can be here, and since I haven't been able to get a home I'm to be sent out on the streets to fend for my self.Gifted Circle
My thoughts are interrupted as I catch a for
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"When sanity speaks crazy people listen! "
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"When sanity speaks crazy people listen! "
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