Am I a nice girl? I stand helplessly as you walk arund me, as stiff and wooden as I am rooted to the spot, my head follows you, keeping an eye on you until your direcctly behind me. I stare out at the country side. The hair raises on the back of my neck now Icant see you, but I can feel you. Thinking of never seeing my people again makes me cry.
Quick think! Am I a nice girl?
"Yes" I whimper in a small voice, followed by a snifff.
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