A little quote from something I’ve been working on:

And finally, just like that, lying in her mother’s arms, Penny started crying. Uncontrollable, wet sobs, not like the adult she would never become, but like the child she was. The child that just realized no matter how hard it fought, nothing would ever work out, because life had fucked it over.

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