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“ oh, of course .′ ” she'd immediately step aside to let him in, closing the door right behind him again. clara looked at the pink suitcase like it was something straight out of a Barbie world, and perhaps, she thought, he saw her that way— and told his manager. she was ———
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\ dark plots like someone buying her from the brothel and keeping her around to worship them, or trying to sacrifice a virgin to some devil or demon or whatever. please.
she'd say she's more like a kitten . you know, the ones that aren't outside kittens so you put a leash on them to go out.
as soon as she heard his voice, she wouldn't hesitate to open the door and let him it — greeting him in that same outfit she wore the night before, mini skirt and a japanese school girl top, but her hair was let down, blonde locks gently playing around her collarbones. ———
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when she woke up, it felt like the very first time ever that she'd felt safe while in such a vulnerable state. and yet, there was always the thought that hid in the back of her mind, that her step father would eventually find her.
no— .′ she would try her best to ———
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be positive, and upon reading the note he'd left for her, she hesitated, thought about it for a good while before ordering pancakes, the hunger overcoming her.
she decided she wouldn't bother him, he had to be somewhere, it sounded important. she didn't call or text him, and ———
even with that, she would have wanted him to stay. but she had to snap out of it, the realisation coming to her like an epiphany the moment he'd left her in her room.
right, she couldn't have asked for that anyway, he didn't even seem to like hugging her, and ———
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