They were also notorious for being the troublemakers in the orphanage, having broken two whole vases just the past week (to be fair, it was a special occasion where someone had donated a ball for the kids to play with, and they immediately went ham on it).
“Hey, who’re you callin’ ma’am? I’m only Twenty-Two you know! Also, the name’s Dolora.”
“And I’m four. Iucus.”
I barely took care of myself. How was I supposed to take care of another living thing?
As I counted my steps, I started recounting the events that occurred today.
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