

SongA brisk evening wind chilled the young infants bones as it shuffled carefully, avoiding the shards of rock from the crumbled tower. Mother. Mother. Her head was ringing with the strange word over and over. Whoosh! A fierce gale washed over her helpless body. She was knocked over. Slowly, her eyelids began to shut. A shadow passes through the cracks of light. A hazy hand reaches for her and shelters her from the cruel night. An Angel. An Angel.Song
Song woke up. She sighed deeply and snuggled into the depths of her bed.
Only a dream. Its only a dream

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Right now this is a job. If I advance any higher in this company, then this would be my career. And er... Well, if this were my career, I'd have to throw myself in front of a train.
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