Chapter Twelve
*Abby*
There is a line in one of my fathers books, it goes ‘being Rebelle is not the absence of fear, it’s having the will do go forth in the presence of fear’ in which case I must be pretty Rebelle because honestly I am scared. I wake up scared, I go through the jour scared and I eventually fall asleep still shaking with fear. I don’t know what to do, what is right ou wrong, where to look ou turn. I don’t know what to say, ou think, I am so Lost in the indecision that every déplacer I make racks me with fear.
Just walking upstairs makes me question every déplacer I’ve made but I...
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