Their eyes wandered, cluttering the scene, but I avoided mine. At the disaster.
And there was a shout, And she stifled them. But the man said dryly,
Keep him crying, it means he is alive. What happened, In a moment
Released, As they looked And I turned away
Thinking I was helping, My eyes barely sounding. Like their. But in the end, I'm not the one
Who gave assurances. Or found the doctor. They did it.
Vinie, very creative story 10/10
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