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The successivo few days were difficult to me. Synthia had tight me with the shackles what she had successivo to her nest. The only thing what I could do was laying. I didn't even talked to her. Synthia didn't give up on me. She just wanted to help me, but cause nobody else haven't ever helped me before, I couldn't figure it. Every single day, she asked my worries, but the only thing what I did, was scowl on her. But she didn't care about it. She took care of me and I was thankful to her.
Days past and soon it was already past a week. I started to think a bit. Why I was so mean to her, I thought....
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