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They're already in my Patreon. As soon as I have the final texts, will upload them here.
Unfortunately my diabetes took my left leg. I'm still learning to walk. Too depressed to write, but I'm better now.
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I have already uploaded this on my Patreon. Will post here next month.
Mary sat on a weathered wooden bench in the park, her eyes unfocused and gazing into the distance. The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground, yet she felt a heaviness that dimmed the warmth of the day. She was in no rush to return home, especially after enduring her mother’s stern reprimand.
“Your own brother,” Samantha had shouted, her voice echoing with disbelief. “How could you?”
“It was a prank, Mom!” Mary had pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. “It was supposed to be funny.”
“Funny?” Samantha had retorted sharply, her eyes narrowing with disappointment. “Is humiliation funny? Is heartbreak funny? I’m not laughing! Your brother is not laughing! Nor your principal, nor your classmates, nobody in the whole school is laughing but you and that miserable coven of bitches!”
The memory of her mother's words lingered, heavy and unavoidable, like the ominous clouds gathering on the horizon.
After some time she rose to her feet, the wooden bench creaking as if to bid her farewell. She started to walk home. Her thoughts were a jumbled chorus—her mother's accusations, her brother's hurt expression, the bewildered faces of her classmates—each an echo that refused to fade. Again she cursed herself for her stupidity.
And now, she had to make a choice.
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It is already posted on my Patreon page.
"When we started this, we had no idea how it would ripple through your lives." Her gaze swept over all of them, finally resting on Mark with a look that was both apologetic and accusatory. "You've all felt its impact."
Celia's heart ached as she turned to Claire. "Claire, you're terrified that you'll never be able to stay faithful to a future husband after everything that's happened," she said, her voice full of sympathy and doubt. Claire nodded slowly, her face a canvas of shame and uncertainty.
"Melody can't even remember the encounters she had," Celia continued, her tone laced with concern and helplessness. "I'm no psychologist, but it seems like her mind is trying to protect her from the truth." She looked at Melody with a mixture of hope and despair, as if wishing that forgetting could really serve as a shield.
"I can remember John," Melody said quietly, her voice trembling as she spoke. "But no one else. It's frightening." She looked so small and vulnerable as she uttered those words, like a child afraid of the dark, desperate for someone to hold her hand. Claire reached out, pulling her cousin into a comforting embrace, as if to reassure her that she was not alone in this, that they were all stumbling through the same shadows together.
My Patreon is /famlove.
It's already in my Patreon. Will post it here by the end of the month.
My Patreon is /famlove
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