The second one, Sabrina, mostly hangs out in my kitchen, so I don't see her as much. Unless she makes an unbelievable amount of noise, forcing me out of my room and downstairs to confront her -- only to find food laid out on my table waiting for me resembling the meals I haven't been able to make for myself in months. It is almost as if Sabrina knows that living off of a bag of chips might kill me, that heading down to the kitchen alone takes up so much energy that I can't make myself eat.
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The Seven Spirits
PoetryA depressed girl moves into a haunted house with 7 demons, each corresponding to a deadly sin. But, they're all trying to help her get back on her feet -luna
