Your social worker, the closest person you've had in your life, is sitting in the driver seat. Your in th passenger seat, watching the scenery fly by. You felt the social worker pull into a driveway. You knew you were here. Your social worker let out a soft sigh, closing their eyes and gripping the steering wheel for a moment. You always took it as a silent hope Okay.. The looked at you We're here...
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