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hing. I did download a few games on my phone, but I'm not the type that enjoys playing games, so I'm usually bored when he is not around. I'm sitting here tryi
aid, pulling the chair
chalantly before standing up to dish his food. He looked
He asked, lookin
just don't have an
he reason her daughter left her for years and refused to come back and see her. No matter how much I worked hard to care for her, she never saw it; she only saw me as bad luck, and I don't even
e living room, dining room, kitchen, and my room." He nodded. "I was wonderin
e on his plate and rested his napkin beside the plate. He stood and gestured for me to follow "I'll show you something interesting." He led me down a hallway until we came to a door at the end of t
also noticed a grand piano in the corner of the room, close to the fireplace, which was in the centre of the back wall. I was hit by a wave of nostalgia. When I was five and I was in my piano teacher's home, she would smack my hand every time I got the note
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sed
at down on the black piano bench, Carl standing by my side. I placed my hands on the piano, playing a few chords, preparing myself for my favourite song, Nocturne, Op. 9 No. 2. 1 finally began to play, slow at first, until the
got how much I missed it. I told myself that I would be coming here a lot; there was music, books, and a piano. "I'm glad you can play; I
rted walking towards the door, and I quickly pulled out a book before walking
room. I rested the key on my side table and placed the book beside it. I had grabbed Phantom of Opera,and it looked old enough to be an original copy. I walked to my dresser and pulled o
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of that; she's my granddaughter too, and no one dares touch my granddaughter, so eat, Francine. I never raised
sult?" He asked the man standing i
ddaughter, but we couldn't find the men who shot he
o that? And what do you mean you weren't able to t
was running after a girl who looked really identical to her when she got shot and abducted. If we a
g her to me." "Yes, sir," he sai