The Morrigan

PapaPublic version of “Papa”Papa
Anna sat down on the couch slowly, the receiver to the phone still in her hand. A dull ache was spreading through her chest and tears pricked her eyes as the echoing voice still rang in her aging ears, “She gave it back Nonna, she gave it back.” Her grandson hadn’t referred to her as Nonna since before his mother died, but to hear that heart breaking tone in his voice now, as a grown man, shook her to the core.
“Oh Roberto,” she sighed wistfully, looking up at the picture of her departed husband, the image distorted in her tear filled eyes. “How ca
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Ore no kachi da!
photography no jutsu!
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