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"Hollisland"
“I think I understand, Lolita.” Lolita looked up from where she was brushing Green’s long, black hair. Green had spoken very little since her little brother showed up one day, only to fall ill not long after and die. Now that Green was back on her medication, for the most part she’s been silent, keeping to herself. Regardless, Lolita made it a habit to bring her food and brush her hair daily.
( Over and over )
“I think I understand, Lolita.” Lolita looked up from where she was brushing Green’s long, black hair. Green had spoken very little since her little brother showed up one day, only to fall ill not long after and die. Now that Green was back on her medication, for the most part she’s been silent, keeping to herself. Regardless, Lolita made it a habit to bring her food and brush her hair daily.
( Over and over )