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"She shrugged and looked down on her shoes, miffed. The thought of having her mother standing in front of her spiting out words that mothers like her should never use made her feel worthless, dirty, obnoxious - Not someone that should keep on living its life. What scared Mini the most was that her mother expressed everything with such an eloquence seeming all this have been thought through for a long time. Her ugly language brought such a succinctness that was sucked up by my soul. My now cracked soul. The ability to talk had run away from me, was hiding deep inside me, under all the accumulated sorrow provided by her mother."
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