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On Sunday November the third we had a big project with getting all of the things that Emily had made into the living room. Then deciding what could be sold and what it would cost. It turned out Emily had "a bit" more than what she had first thought. And there was box after box after box. At last we had to take one at the time, sort out what could be sold and put those boxes in the quiet room to even have some space to move around the mess in the living room.

"Here Jim." Emily pulled out something small from the mess of fabric things when the mentioned boy had moaned about his hair falling into his eyes for the millionth time that day. "A headband…" She helped him pull it on. "Now, you won't get your hair in your eyes all the time." Jim shook his head to check. "Just like that."

"Wow Em." Qwyn, glancing at Jim and his headband and then to Shawn who as good as twenty four seven was wearing the hat that Emily had colored for him. "You really do make all kinds of stuff do you?" He took a pair of jogging pants, size toddler from a box and held them up with one hand. And a swimming suit in the other. "Really. How did you even have time for all of this?"

"I…" Emily mumbled and leaned closer to her brother for only her brother to hear. I was standing right next to them so I still heard. "I didn't really go to school much. With all how dad moved us around and everything. Here Peityn." The young girl right next to us was constantly pushing her hair out of her eyes too and Emily took another headband and handed to her. "It will keep your hair away from your eyes."

"Wow." Peityn was looking with wide eyes on the box Emily had to go through. "There are so much headbands. Why so much headbands? You would have to use a new one every day if you wanted to have time to use them all?"

Emily just looked at Peityn for a second. Something in her eyes that hadn't been there a second ago. She didn't look as if she wanted to answer that question. Peityn on the other hand didn't see that, stomped her foot and pouted.

"I asked you why you did so many."

"PEITYN." Before Emily even would have had the time to answer Mike shouted for Peityn on the other side of the room. And I could see on the look on him that he had heard Peityn's question. "Come here. I need your help with this."

"But…"

"I need your help now."

With a glare towards Emily Peityn started backing away. Emily didn't look as if she had any intention of answering Peityn's question. Peityn looked as if she wasn't going to give in so easily."

"It's just some freaking headbands. And I still want to know why you made so many of them."

"And none of that language… PEITYN."

"I AM COMING."

At last Peityn stood up and I could see Emily drawing a deep, relieved breath. At least Peityn was gone from her, for right now at least and she turned to a pile of different shirts she had made and started folding them and put a carton on the side to put them in.

"Em." I stepped over to her and started talking, then started folding a shirt that had laid right next to where Emily was working. "Look. I want you to know one thing. If Peityn, or anybody else asks questions you don't want to answer. Or wants you to do something that you don't. Just… don't answer them, or don't do it. Come to me, or Mike, Luce or George or your social worker. We're all here to help you. And then… well, of course unless for your files. Which by the way are confidential, no one has to make you tell more than what you want."

"Its' just headbands. And when I had fabrics left from making something else a headband or something else small was the only things that could be left of the fabric left not used. So there are about a million headbands, pencil cases and then some cases for buttons and scissors and stuff so I wouldn't lose them."

The answer to why there were so many headbands wasn't that simple. And it was as good as written on Emily's face. And I wasn't the only one who saw it because suddenly from her other side, there was Nathan and hugged his little sister from the side holding her close for a second. And that before she finally sighed and told the reason behind all of the headbands.

"Minnie used to need them." She grabbed another headband and I noticed it was in a soft kind of teddy-fabric. "And she didn't like… She didn't like hard kinds of fabrics. Or wearing them or clothes when they got dirty. They hurt her skin. So when I had some money for my birthday from mum. I bought a bit of this kind of fabric and I made a headband for her. It kept the hair out of her eyes… She never really took it off. She even slept with it on a few times. Then mum told her not to because she was afraid that it might go around Minnie's neck in her sleep and… you know… it might hurt her. And then I made another one so it would be clean. And then another one… And then I just kept making them…"

"How could they have hurt her?"

"PEITYN." Mike noticed the darker girl was back on Emily asking questions. And we all knew (yes, that included Peityn herself.) Emily didn't actually like talking about her life before she came to elm tree house. "Where did you go? I still need your help over here."

Peityn rolled her eyes but still turned and with heavy, angry steps walked over to Mike again while Emily packed some last few things in the carton she was working on for the moment and tried to lift it.

"I don't need any help with this." She took it. "I'll go put it in the quiet room with the other things."

Emily left the room holding tight onto the handles of the carton and disappeared out of my sight. I looked around the room and then found something to do in sorting the pillows in the sofas and putting them up nicely. Also in the sofas and not on the floor where some laid as usual.

"I found another box." Suddenly Qwyn was in the room with a blue plastic box in his hands. "There are more things in it." He put it down on the couch where Emily had just been and opened it lifting the lid off. "I'll just empty it and then Emily can sort the things and decide what to do with everything."

"But why can't she just tell me?"

Peityn was obviously still angry Emily hadn't given her an answer to her questions. But what was a five year old supposed to do when not getting the answer to her question. And it wasn't always like the children here liked to talk about their past but understand that at that age…

"Have I gotten this right?" I was going to the shelf and sort things out a bit so one wouldn't have to search through the whole thing for something. Then past when Luce was standing talking to Ashton and the new kid, Aryan. "You have a twin brother named Arnav." Aryan nodded. "And he lives back in a home for kids with both mental and physical kinds of disabilities." Aryan nodded again. "And you used to live there with him. Even though you're not disabled. To be able to stay with your brother." Yet another time, Aryan nodded. "And when you broke your leg… Ashton. Years ago. You were put in that care home…" This time it was Ashton's turn to nod. "Then, when you got the cast and everything else everybody called you the three terrible A's because you two, along with Arnav got into so much trouble and mischief together."

Ashton and Aryan looked to each other for a moment. Then nodded the both of them and Luce frowned and the both of the teenagers in front of him nodded.

"That's right."

"Yep."

Luce scratched the back of his short, spiky, dark hair and frowned. For a while not taking his eyes off Ashton.

I knew as much as if someone looked at me for that long I wouldn't like it. And Ashton didn't see co either. She nervously fidgeted where she stood and seemed insecure. As if she had done something wrong.

"Don't be scared Ashton." Luce said at last. "I'm not angry or anything. But you just don't seem like anyone who makes a hobby out of getting in trouble. Or gets in trouble or cause mischief at all." Ashton raised an eyebrow. "What? You're not." Ashton pulled her usual bad hair day- beanie off and pointed to her short, blonde hair. Still almost bald from cutting it all off right before she came here. "Yes, but that was because Qwyn made you do it?"

"WHAT DID I DO?" We heard Qwyn's voice from the other side of the room. "I always get the blame for everything…" He turned and looked at Ashton who was just pulling her beanie down over her ears again. "Oh, you mean that. Yes, I dared you. But you still did it." Luce smirked, and there might be a discussion forming of whose fault Ashton's haircut was. "It wasn't my fault. I always get the blame for everything even though I didn't do nothing."

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I hadn't noticed at first. But Emily was back in the room, by her brother and a deep frown had formed in her forehead. When she shouted everybody, including Qwyn who had brought the latest box turned to see what was up. "I didn't tell you to go through that box.."

"We were thinking maybe you forgot about it." Peityn said. "So we got this anyway. I hope it's still okay. It's just the same things as in the other boxes still. And it was Qwyn who brought it here and said we were going to go through these things too. They're really nice."

"But I didn't forgot about this. I didn't tell you about it because I didn't want any of this to get sold. And I knew what was in that box which is why I didn't bring it here FROM THE START."

"Why couldn't it?" Peityn asked. "They're all really nice things and there's nothing different from this than for all the other things. It could all help us bring in money for Jim's fundraising."

"NO" Emily shouted, I had to admit I had never seen her like this before while she ripped the clothes people were holding around the box out of their hands. "These things are Minnie's. All in this box is Minnie's. You can't have it. And now I have to check everything from all the boxes again. But THIS is Minnie's."

"Can I have these?"

Peityn had been searching a bit in the clothes that laid around the box still while Emily had made very sure to everybody she didn't want any of the things in it. Now she held up a tie-dyed hoodie and a beanie knitted in a rainbow patterned yarn as if she hadn't heard anything Emily had just said.

"No you can't." Emily took a few items that had laid on the side and put them in the box. "It's not yours. It's Minnie's."

"I'm sorry but who's Minnie?" The room had silenced except for the sound of Emily moving around taking whatever that had been in the box Qwyn had brought. Ashton, who was still standing close to him leaned closer to Aryan to answer his question without everybody hearing it. "Oh… I'm so sorry."

I had never seen Emily like this before. She was usually well behaved and always moved carefully as if she was afraid to make a move too much. Maybe she really was. And always polite ways, but right now with an anger burning in the look of her and gripping things that belonged in the plastic box that Qwyn had brought. Throwing it back in the box without folding the clothes.

"Nathan told me your birthday is soon." Peityn said, then before anyone had had the chance to stop her she had continued with her "cutest" pout and puppy eyes. "Maybe if you'll let me have these I can make something for your birthday and give you a present."

"NO." Emily shouted again, stomped over to Peityn and grabbed the things she had wanted from her hands. "NOW BEFORE ANYTHING IS SOLD I WANT TO SEE IT. WE CAN'T SELL WHAT IS MINNIE'S. She carefully folded the things and put it back in the blue, plastic box Qwyn had taken down here earlier. "IT IS MINNIE'S." She turned back to Peityn with an anger rage burning in her eyes. "YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT. AND I DON'T ANYTHING FOR MY BIRTHDAY. NO, NO, NO."

When Emily finally stomped away from the living room with her box and we could hear her continue up the stairs and then her door slamming the silence still seemed to be ringing in my ears after all of Emily's shouting and all the talking that had been around me only a minute ago.

"Well…" When Peityn was the first one to speak up. "…She could have said it nicely. And Minnie's not even here." Peityn looked up on the older twins of the house. "You kept telling everybody about your sisters Emily and Minnie. Now Emily is here… But since she came nobody have spoken about Minnie… Where is she? Did you two just forget about her?"

"That…" Qwyn wheezed in between his teeth and if I had been Peityn right now I would have run for my life. "Is… NONE… of… your… business."

Nathan, the calmer one laid a hand on his twin brother's shoulder. Nathan on the other hand looked more sad than angry, while Qwyn looked as if he mostly wanted to push Peityn right in the face.

I couldn't blame him.

"Should I go and talk to Emily?" I asked, Nathan seemed to have his hands full and Qwyn… well. He did still seem as if he wanted to punch Peityn in the face. "Or do you want to?" Nathan shook his head at me.

"You go. I and Qwyn will be there but…" He lifted Peityn up in her armpits, sat down on one of the couches and put Peityn on his lap while sending a stern look to his brother. "Look. Peityn…" Peityn crouched a bit towards Nathan's chest at the sight of the burning fire in Qwyn's eyes. He was too panting, and he had his hands clenched. Of course we all knew Qwyn wouldn't hit a little girl like Peityn no matter how angry he was. But Mike and Luce noticed and moved closer to them.

"It's okay Pei." Nathan patted her shoulder. "Qwyn. If you can't calm down then get out of here until you can."

"I'll go talk to Em…"

"Qwyn Tyler Lord. You do not go talking to Emily unless you calm down." Peityn looked confusedly from one brother to the other. Qwyn had lost some of his angry look and slumped down in the chair next to them. "And yes, Emma. You should go and see Emily. We'll be there in a minute. Look, Peityn…" He turned to the young girl. "There is something that you need to understand here…"

I nodded, more to myself than to anybody else, turned and hurried after Emily. I didn't doubt Nathan and Qwyn could sort this out on their own. Or that Nathan with his caring and steady self was the best one to talk to Peityn about what was going on. She had meant nothing wrong after all. '

And the one most used to calming his brother down from wanting to hit someone in anger.

"Emily?" I knocked on her door, I knew she was in there but didn't get an answer so carefully opened the door and found Emily sitting on her bed turned away from me. "Are you okay?" She looked up at me, forced a smile and nodded. "Don't be scared." I walked into her room and closed the door after me. "No one's going to be angry with you if you're not. And I can see you're not."

Emily hesitated, tears were rolling down her cheeks one after one. It was quite obvious she wasn't okay. But then… any child of her age would be jumping with joy that their birthday was close and wouldn't be able to hide their excitement over it. While with Emily, it seemed to hurt her more than anything else.

"That my birthday is close means that Nathan and Qwyn's is too." She started at last. I sat down next to her on her bed and laid my arm around her shoulders. "And they turn sixteen the year. And the day after they want to make a new start to the year, to the decade even so. So they'll move out right away. On New Year's day they're out of here." New tears rolled down her cheeks. "And it's barely only two months until then."

Emily's words were replaced by only almost completely silent sobs. I kept my arm around her shoulders and rubbed her arm. For the moment it wasn't the right time to say anything at all so for a moment I just waited for the sobs to ebb out.

"Emily?" Just as she had almost stopped crying and I was about to say that her brothers weren't going to just leave. Suddenly Nathan and Qwyn were in the doorway. I quickly got up and the twins came to sit down on either side of her. "Look. We talked to Peityn. She won't bug you again. Although she might want to say she's sorry."

"But if you want to blame anyone for taking the box with Minnie's things into the living room. Then blame me. I was the one that found it. But I should have realized that you had a reason not to bring it downstairs. I just wasn't thinking. Of course we, or anyone else won't force you to say any more than what you feel okay with. Or anything at all if you don't want to."

"It's not just that."

Emily sobbed another few times and wiped her nose with her sleeve before she was able to continue. The twins were both silent and had each arm around her shoulders from each side.

"It's okay Em." Nathan said after a while in silence. "It's okay if you don't want to say anything more. We know this is hard for you." Emily looked up at him, then turned to her other brother taking a few deep breaths before she was finally able to say something at last.

"You'll disappear." Emily said, her voice breaking more than ever. "You'll move away and I'll be all alone."

The miserable tone in her voice was as heartbroken as I had ever heard anyone speak. I had lost my parents and my little brother Jonas in a plane crash years ago. But Emily was worse off, she had lost and was now feeling as if she was going to lose again. At least I always had Leon and some of my friends back at home.

"Hey." Nathan started, then moved his arm from her shoulders, got up and kneeled in front of her so he could look her in the eyes. "That we're moving away, it won't mean that we will be here for you any less. We will still come and visit. And you can come and visit any time you like."

"Yeah. And we're going to need your help to decorate our flat or it's going to end up looking really boring. And I can't live in a flat that is boring. Besides that you are not alone. You've got Mike and Luce and George and Emma. And all of the others who live here. You wouldn't be alone if you tried to be."

Not until they spoke my name I realized I was standing and watching that was privately in between Emily and her brothers. And I couldn't help but feel ashamed for it when I quietly, and without saying anything more tip-toed out of the room and carefully closed the door after me.

In the living room the last few pieces Emily had brought downstairs herself was being folded and put into boxes. Nobody was fighting at the moment for once. Nobody even said a word at all. And in silence the last box was filled up with different shirts and carried to the quiet room.

"How's Emily?" Peityn asked me when I came in and sat down next to her. "I didn't mean to hurt neither hurt or Nathan or Qwyn. I was just so very curious. And right when I asked it just felt so important that I got the answer. Even though afterwards it didn't really feel as important anymore. And Qwyn seemed really angry. I thought he'd really hit me. Like my dad used to."

"Oh Peityn. In a comforting move I pushed away a tress of dark curls from her tear-filled eyes. "Nobody here is going to hurt you like that. Not Qwyn, not Nathan, not me and not anyone else okay. So always remember that, okay?" Peityn sniveled and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

"I know." I laid my arm around Peityn's shoulders and she leaned against me. "Sometimes we all do and say things that are hurtful. And right when we do it seems to make perfect sense while afterwards it ends up hurting everyone. And everything we can do afterwards is to say we're sorry and then forget about it. So do you want to apologize to Emily and her brothers for questions that ended up being hurtful?" Peityn nodded carefully and wiped the tears with the back of her hand. "Good. Go and get into your pyjamas and get ready for bed and you can talk to them later. Okay?"

"Okay Emma." Peityn pulled her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. "You're the best. You're way kinder than Mike or Luce or George."

"HEY." Luce had just walked by us and heard what Peityn saying about me being nicer. "Didn't I buy that soft, pink, stuffed unicorn for you only last week and you said I was the nicest?" He smirked slightly but pretending to be hurt he laid a hand over his heart and faked sobbed. "Well. If that's what you think I can't stop you."

"But you're the nicest too." With a smile Peityn ran over to him and hugged him just as tightly. "You're all the kindest. You and you, George and Mike."

"Fair enough." Luce joked. "Now, it's time for bed."

"Not yet. Only five minutes more. Please."

"No." I said before Luce had the time to answer anything. "You have school again tomorrow." Peityn moaned. "I know it sucks when the holidays are over." She pouted and sat down on the couch crossing her arms over her chest. "Well I guess I'm not your best and nicest friend anymore then. But come on, if you go to bed now then I'll come and tuck you in. Okay?"

"Fine then."

"Can you brush your teeth and get changed and everything on your own?"

"Fine. Then." At last Peityn stood up at last and I had to suppress a sigh in relief. "And yes of course. I'm not a baby."

Peityn's steps were heavy, and each of them could be heard all over the house while she stomped down the hallway and up the stairs. Then it was definitely heard over the whole house when she slammed her door so the whole house shook.

"I'll go talk to Ella and Tracie then." I said. "Hopefully at least they will still like me after I've told them to go to bed."

"Well, Ella loves you." Luce stated. "And she never minds. Tracie might be a whole other story though."

Luce boxed me jokingly on the arm, I laughed. For the first time in the past few seconds that felt like a million years- before I hurried up the stairs, where Ella was just about to go to bed herself and Tracie sat on her bed only pouting over the fact that she would have to go to bed and then get up for school tomorrow.

"I got her to go to bed at last." I told Luce when I came out from their room. "But on the condition that we have pasta for dinner tomorrow."

"We were already going to have pasta for dinner tomorrow."

"I know. But she didn't know that."

I was on my way to Peityn's room to do as I had promised and tuck her in, then just as I was on my way Emily came out from her room holding some pieces of fabric in her hands and making her way to Peityn's door too.

"Hey. Are you okay?" I looked down on the two pieces of fabric in her hand and recognized them as the shirt and beanie that Peityn had wanted earlier. Emily fingered a bit with them and then nodded to my question.

"It felt better after… you know… I told them that I don't want them to leave."

"That's good." I rubbed her shoulder. "Nathan and Qwyn loves you very much you know. You don't have to be afraid to tell them what you feel at times like these." Emily nodded slightly and I leaned down to whisper something to her as if it was a secret. "They will still be there. Now. Are there anything special about those?" I pointed to the shirt and beanie she held in her hands.

"I'm giving them to Peityn." She held up them for me to see. "I think she really wanted them and… well. I have got loads of things that Minnie had and I might just as well not have it stored up in a box somewhere."

Emily drew a deep breath, lighter than before but still shaky while she still fingered with the hoodie and the beanie she held in her hands.

"I can do this." She whispered, more to herself than to me. "I can."

"You don't have to give it to her you know." I assured her. "And you don't have to feel bad for getting angry. If these things belonged to your sister it wasn't strange that you got upset when you had already told everybody that you didn't want anyone touching her stuff."

"I want to." Emily walked up to Peityn's bedroom door and knocked. "I really do. It will be nice to see someone wearing them. I actually don't think Minnie ever used these. I finished them right before she… well, you know."

"Hey." Peityn opened the door in her pink unicorn pyjamas and with the stuffed, pink unicorn that Luce had gotten for her held to her chest. "I'm sorry for all those questions I asked earlier. I didn't mean to make you sad. And I thought everything you made was really nice. But don't worry. I can buy something from you instead. I have some money."

"You won't have to buy anything." Emily said, but still seemed hesitant "Here." At last she held the hoodie and the beanie to the darker, younger girl. "I was thinking and… If you liked these I think you should have it."

I smiled slightly when I saw the bright smile on Peityn's face over the small things Emily had given her. Which little girl wouldn't be so happy about a rainbow hoodie and beanie? Well, that Peityn was happy there was no doubt about of. She smiled as if someone had just given her the world.

"Thank you Emily." Peityn hugged the blonde tightly with a big smile. "You're my nicest friend ever."

"Oy." I joked. "You just said I and all of the other care workers are your nicest friends." Peityn frowned. "Don't worry about it. Now put those away, you can wear that beanie to school tomorrow and then wear the hoodie when you come home and get the school uniform off. Now get into bed so I can tuck you in like I promised."

"You're my nicest friend too Emma. I love it when you tuck me in like you do."

Even though I knew the youngest children had just gone to bed. It wasn't until I came down the stairs again and noticed through the window that it had been getting dark that I realized afternoon had passed by and gone into night. The youngest I already knew had gone to bed, and the other slightly older of the kids were just about to. My shift would last until the oldest kids had gone to bed so to have something to do I went into the kitchen to do the dishes and then into the laundry to hang some clothes to dry.

And then at last I just sat in a chair in the office and waited for the time to pass by until it was time for me to leave.

"The last bus for today leaves in ten minutes." I told Luce- who had the night shift right after ten. "But…" I felt my pockets. "I think I left my phone in the kitchen." I sighed at myself and my way with leaving things after me everywhere. "I'll just go get it and then I'm leaving. Goodnight Luce."

"Night."

I had laid my phone on the counter when I did the dishes. Then kept myself occupied and didn't notice I didn't have it for the last couple of hours. Now I quickly found it, pushed it down my pocket and then turned to leave for the bus. Jumping high when I saw something unexpected by the table.

"Whoa." I laid a hand over my heart. "Geez Qwyn, I didn't see you there. You scared me."

Qwyn didn't look up at me where he sat by the table with a cup. At first I didn't think he'd heard me.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Sorry?" I questioned. "It's not your fault that I don't look out? What are you drinking?"

"Tea."

Qwyn was fifteen years old and certainly old enough to decide whether he wanted to drink something before he went to bed or not. Well as long as it wasn't alcohol I shouldn't have cared about it. But really now it felt as it meant something.

"Are you drinking tea so late? Will you be able to sleep then? Everybody else have gone to bed."

"It will be fine." He said in the same dark, dry tone and sipped from the cup. "Have a good night Emma."

I hesitated and looked to the clock on my phone. If I didn't leave now I'd miss the last bus to my area. But Qwyn still hadn't looked at me and the way he sat staring down into his cup- something was up and I had a really bad feeling about it.

And it was more important than whether I spent my night here or in my flat. At last I pushed the phone down into my pocket and walked closer to the table. Qwyn still didn't look up and the stronger that something was badly wrong grew stronger and stronger.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Fine."

Qwyn had barely answered the question before he slumped where he sat again. His head during the whole while held towards the cup in front of him and staring down into it as if it held the most interesting world he'd ever seen.

"You don't look fine." I went to sit down next to him, but leaned against the table and he didn't turn his head to look at me. "You can tell me if you don't want to say but… does it have anything with what Peityn said and asked today?" Qwyn shrugged slightly. "Qwyn we are all..."

I am so sorry what happened to your sisters and your mum. If I could I would bring Minnie and your mum back and sort out so Emily wouldn't be so traumatized anymore. And I'd sort it out for all the kids in here.

"You don't have to. But know you can always talk to me or Mike, Luce or George with anything. We've got confidentiality through our jobs too so it will always stay in between us."

The blonde boy in front of me turned his head. As I could see he hadn't been crying, but his eyes looked tired and I had a feeling there was a moment of a memory playing over and over inside his head.

"It was just that…." Qwyn turned his head away from me again and clenched his fist with the hand that wasn't holding the cup. "…When Peityn hurt my sister like that." He let go and cracked his fingers. "I wanted to hurt her… well… I didn't exactly want to but I'm telling you… I was… so close. To hit her, Peityn. She's just a little girl and I just wanted to hit her… right over her face. And she hadn't even done anything wrong. She was just curious but it was just…"

Qwyn's words failed him and were replaced by a deep sigh while he let go of the tea cup and rubbed his forehead and eyes like a tired old man. But Qwyn wasn't old, even though he seemed like a hundred years older than what he had when I came here at noon.

"I was just like him." He continued at last, before I had found anything to answer. He was sitting slumped and his hands still over his forehead and eyes. "And if there was something I always promised myself and everybody else it was to never become like my dad."

Random fact

I'm not sure if I have already put this here but anyway. Doing it. As you might know, Nathan and Qwyn were sent in by localxmusicxjellybeanx and Emily by x snow-pony x. They weren't supposed to be siblings from the start. I think it might have been because I already had a pair of twins without any other siblings from the start- Tracie and Ella. And I came up with the idea with making them all siblings like it ended up. I know I used the celebrity look-alike's from lmjbx's form (I might have come up with them) and then Emily's story. And that the twins ended up in care before as their dad took the girls away and voila. At least I like the coming out of it and the storylines that come out of it.

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