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Chapter 63
She was new here, I had nothing to fear.
Nothing to fear.
Nothing to fear...
I was walking towards them with my grip on my baseball hat when I bumped into a hard chest.
I yelped and tripped on the other person's foot, sending myself flying towards their chest. I made the mistake of letting go of my bag with the cake container and I could feel the sharp realization come across in panic as I just realized what I had done.
I don't even look up to see who I had bumped into as I crouch down and peer inside the bag to see the smushed-up cake through the clear plastic top of the container. I mourn the destruct
holysheetReniella's disposition and attitude changed when her mother returns to their lives again. Without her mother by her side, Reniella feels the need to be matured because she doesn't want her father to worry about her. Now that her mother is here, and Death is not around - she can finally breathe and act according to her age.
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