Haylee frowned, "I'm in a foster home... 17th one this year..." She said sadly.
(Something like: it all began one night when there was a terrible thunder storm or something...)
I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned
I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned
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