She and her Suburban parents were so very confused.
But there they stood, eating sugary churros, watching as an artist happily painted his perspective of the city.
The artist was happy.
Hydra wasn't really ever truly happy unless she was sewing.
That was the one time that she could bear being without the internet.
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Internet Kids
Short Storyshe stays up late at night, loving strangers from all around the world, because real boys are wicked -internet kids never die- #thepeopleofsociety
