#00017. Oh to be the abandoned again. The drowned little girl. The frightening eyeless visage from one watery grave or another. She was afraid of drowning. And now she waits for you, rotten in some box. The last thing you might say to her was that you were sorry. You didn't do the drowning, though. The drowning. Why did you feel like you had to apologize?
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