Endangered
Proluage: A Cry?
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"It's okay Grace,he's gone. Your father went to work. Pack your things."
"But mother!" Grace cried.
"We're not living this way!" Her mother sighed,"no zaidi abuse. I'm sorry little one."
Grace whiped away a tear,"yes mommy."
Her mother nodded,"your only seven. wewe don't understand as much."
Grace began to pack her stuff and whipped away a tear every step. Grace picked up her clothes and placed them in a bag. She grabbed a few vitabu and papers. She walked to her mom with a bag half filled....
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