people think
you're crooked.
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7 years earlier
Peggy sat in front of a statue, reading.
This was the statue that her mom used to take her to when she was little, just them two. She would hang off of the arm of the person sculpted while her mom read the same book every time.
She didn't know why her mother always brought her here. She always said that there was a deeper meaning that she would see when she was older.
Even as she got older, she couldn't pin point the meaning.
But after her mother died, she stopped going.
After she had died, she cut out anything that reminded her of her mother. Anything and everything. So, she never visited that statue again.
It's too bad.
The statue was of a girl. She was holding a heart. It was her heart. And she was slowly layering bandages on it.
No one knows how it was broken. But it didn't matter to the artist. She just knew that she needed to fix herself.
How was she broken? It doesn't matter.
What matters is that she was fixing herself now.
Maybe Peggy would one day understand.
Maybe she'll visit again.
Maybe her mom's artwork will speak to her.
(207 words)
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《and peggy》
Fanfictionwho lives, who dies, who tells your story? [in which peggy schuyler finds herself, in the midst of loosing herself.] [started 08/08/17] [highest ranking: 381 in hamilton, 1 in schuyler]
