I stood at the door, listening to the faint sound of children laughing somewhere inside. I didn’t move. My hands stayed buried in my pockets as my eyes wandered around the place. It looked exactly how I imagined — cold, quiet, forgotten. I hadn’t chosen yet. The kid I came for… they were in there somewhere. I didn’t know which one. But I’d know the moment I saw themwhat a cruel place...
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