Shh, do not make
any noise; I cannot make any noise; I cannot breathe nor blink, if not my mommy
will get mad. Shh, she is screaming my name. Shh, she is looking for me. I run,
I hide, but it too late now; her horrible sight is burning me down. Her hands
are sharp arrows passing through me. She throws me. I crash against the wall.
She screams, yells, insults, and tells me that all her problems are my fault.
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