Girl

She was a good, not mean but loveable. She grows up with me. Same age born at the same time and loved me to death. I did not treat her the way I should have. Never played with her always thought she was boring, and then we had to give her away because we were moving. I could care less at the time. Then later I was at my house with no one home I was scared I needed her I needed her. I got a call. And we drove as fast as we could. We got there and se her lying on the floor. Could not move. I stare at her face and tear. Girl died.

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