Something was up. And the matron knew it. She noticed every time the little girl’s feet slipped through the cracks and merged with the background. She was impossible to catch. And the matron’s old bones gave way every time she tried to follow her tracks. She was always too fast. And there was always something…
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The tale of the Gold Cappuccino @coffeebydibella
Her little feet dangled in the air as she sat on the chair. Her chin rested on the table and her puppy eyes looked up to see her mother busy on her phone. “Mamma, where did papa go?” The puppy eyes were filled with an unblinking sadness as they waited for a reaction to the…
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