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some thing 0.0She sighed and looked out the window of the room she was kept imprisoned in.
"Malinda" one of the guards called out," The lord wants to have a word with you so here change." he tossed her some nice clothes.
"okay" Malinda nodded.
..... 3 mintues later
"malinda, we found a person who would like to buy you so get you things and look nice so when he picks you up your ready to go." the lord said
"yes my lord" replied Malinda , she looked down.She wanted to weep but she didn't because she didn't want to show any signal of weakness.
Malinda remembered what her mother told her the day they were separated. Malinda's mom held her chin in her hand and said " one day i will get enough money and i will get you back ,but in the mean time stay strong,don't cry and do not show any sings of weakness."
she packed and brushed her hair. and waiting for the person who bought her to come....
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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