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Walted and broken
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Ron's loud wailing, she was being held back by two security guards trying but failing miserably to get out of their grip... I looked at her, really looked at her once more and I tried to remember if there was ever a time when she was ever soft with me, if she had ever shown me any kind of love or kindness... But nothing came to mind. No memory of her ever holding me as a child or when I fell down and hurt myself. She was never there for me yet i ached for her no i pitied her. She suffered a fate so much worse than mine was all I could come up with. Maybe she was never shown any kind of love when she was young. I never met any family of Ron, neither had she spoken about the family she might have had. I realized that I knew nothing about this w
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