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Chapter 11

When I was seven, I asked my Mom for a new bike. I wanted this bike more than anything, convinced it would solve all of my child-like problems. Bright pink with waves of gentle orange, bright streamers dangling from the handles, and a large wicker basket on the front. I had begged and pleaded, negotiated and screamed until I was blue in the face.  

Mom had already gotten me a bike two months ago, a present for my birthday. She couldn't understand why I needed another; what importance that bike held in my child-like mind. Another month had passed, my begging and pleading only growing worse. Her and Dad were often on the same page, agreeing over just about everything. My begging and pleading had cracked Dad's willpower. He asked Mom if we could get me the bike. Dad understood as he always did. He understood what that bike meant to me, understood my childish reasons behind wanting it in the first place.  

Mom was solid in her resolve, but suggested a s

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Heather W
THIS! She literally refused to learn how to defend herself no matter how much it was encouraged. So what did she think she was going to do for her mom in an active battle? Her cowardice is already infuriating, but stupidity on top of it?
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Heather W
She really did get her mother killed just being a straight up moron.
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Heather W
She literally dragged her pathetic ass to an active battlefield supposedly bc she was "worried" about her mother, but it seemed more like morbid curiosity. She literally refused to train, but wanted to go find her mom in an active battle? To do what? Get her killed? Well she succeeded. Dumbass.
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