Fata Morgana
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I don't know.
What I do know is that it's really hard being a little girl sometimes.
Did I tell you about the doll I got for Christmas? Again, I was at the table. I fed my little baby a bottle and she pissed on my nightie. My family laughed and laughed and I threw the her and cried. And then my sister ate all the little doll food crystals.
That kind of shit scars you for life. My Dad was responsible for most of my scarring. Told me he bred spiders in the shed and hid behind my bedroom door with a sheet over his head pretending to be ghost. Chased me with a dead crab once and I nearly drowned face down in about ten inches of seawater. I just gave up on life til my mum pulled me up and told me to stop being a twat.