 *eyes* for felix *goat emoji* Sarah thinks I'm cute | Shan's safe space.
The move to England had been difficult enough. To not hear her native tongue, to have to deal with whatever passed as 'pizza' in the forsaken village they now inhabited, and to be addressed as 'love' or 'darling' or some other awful English term of endearment was almost soul destroying. But not quite, because she found that this was actually what was going to finish her off.
This alley. With its grimy cobbles and too many people. Fiorenza could see how, in some lights, it might seem cute. But in the English summer (pah, she could hardly believe it was fit to be called summer) and with the school kids milling around, this eleven year old couldn't see it. The bell over the door of the bookshop had chimed with an irritating joviality, and Fio's scowl deepened.
Leaving Nonno and her list with a store clerk at the front of the shop, she started to wander through the shelves. Where was the genealogy section?
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⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________
Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽
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