Thursday, January 5, 2012

My father is dead.

My father is dead and he died protecting me.

and now I don't know what to do.

where to go


I'm so scared.

4 comments:

  1. Oh, honey... I'de offer to help out in any way, but I'm not sure how far off we are, or if company from two strangers would help, anyway.

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  2. Fuck, Hylo. Hang the fuck in there. You'll be alright.

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  3. Baby slow down and try not to panic. Get to a cafe or somewhere else densely populated, particularly one of those city cafes with multiple floors if you can find one.

    What happened?

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  4. Hold on, Lia. I'll find you.

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