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"Whatever happened, happened. I couldn't stop it, but I will not let it control my thoughts." She said.
By that day, the quilt was almost unraveled, more than half way split.
The threads had split apart.
Her family was woven into the fabric.
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Short StorySave me, I'm fine... She was as quiet as a whisper, but at the same time, the loudest of all. Her thoughts, shrouded in the tendrils of her brain, begging to escape, but giving up. It's structure one that was made of feathers, and could blow away...
