School, was over, and Courtney waited for her mother to come and pick her up. She swayed back and forward, watching the students leave in their own cars. Some had cars so expensive, they make Oprah gasp.
Courtney sighed deeply. I wish I had a car. She đã đưa ý kiến to herself, but only Courtney knew why she was enable to have a car. If only Dementia gave advantages to the terrifying outcome, than maybe Courtney actually feel somewhat...normal. But Courtney was not normal, no, she was beyond the fact of the matter, and Courtney hated it.
Waiting amorphously, Courtney sat down on the sidewalk, took out...
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