She went home raining, and walks toward to her room. She started writing but she kept crying, trying to hold it. Her paper began to wet because of her tears falling apart. He then came home with an umbrella and puts it at the corner. He then walks toward your room with an furious expression as she pulls your hair hard I know you saw me...But don't you dare tell my parents about this, or...he holds her hair even hard I'll make you regret it...
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