hush little one it will be ok

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I held the crying baby in my arms cradling her as I smiled as I saw through the window the fear as they were tied to the bed and the house was turning to ash the sweet smell of cooking flesh was so satisfying I walked away taking the crying baby with me planning to raise her just as I was raised

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