[ She puts her hands over her ears, a childish gesture but she doesn't care, and ducks her head. She doesn't want to hear all of that. She knows this place sucks and she knows that, really, all her nice things won't make up for it. But at least when she gets them back, she can hold her cat and cry, or lock herself in her car and pray, and maybe she won't feel so alone. ]
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[ She puts her hands over her ears, a childish gesture but she doesn't care, and ducks her head. She doesn't want to hear all of that. She knows this place sucks and she knows that, really, all her nice things won't make up for it. But at least when she gets them back, she can hold her cat and cry, or lock herself in her car and pray, and maybe she won't feel so alone. ]