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A Little Vignette
In a city made of concrete and asphalt, there sat a little street corner.
On that corner, a police officer took a young girl into protective custody.
She was a pretty girl with red eyes and white hair.
However, her outfit was filthy, as she’d fallen over on the road.
Rain streamed down as she gazed up vacantly at the sky. The officer helped her up, but she offered no reaction. Upon determining that her life wasn’t in any immediate danger, the officer took the girl in to the police station. However, they couldn’t figure out who she was, and the girl wouldn’t tell them what happened. All she did was mutter.
“Father…”
“Can you tell us where your father is right now?”
The girl still didn’t answer. She just went on with tears in her eyes.
“I have nothing. I’ve been left without a single solitary thing. And yet,
“There was someone who cherished me.
“There really was.”
The girl just kept repeating that over and over.
As for what would become of her, there was no way for people from other worlds to say.
From there, the rest was up to her.
And that was all there was
to that unremarkable little vignette.
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