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The Adventures Of Abiquail: I'm Sorry.

Her mind was like a gigantic black hole that sucked in everything and kept it stored there for who knows how long. She kept in the wrong things. She kept in things she didn't know how to give out.

Because of this, she said the wrong things. She did the wrong things. Her friends still loved her. They knew that she had the black hole brain. One of the reasons they loved her.

Her friends were also going through things. It was hard to talk about them and express their feelings. It was like an adventure it self. She chuckled at that thought.

One friend was complicated. Too complicated. She had a different type of black hole brain. It was the type that kept sucking in things and never had a chance to let it out. She had sporadic moments where she just yell things or act differently than she "normally" would.

Abiquail cherished that friend. Along with the others. She cherished them all. They'd gone through so much. Too much. Abiquail had a difficult time releasing her emotions on current issues. That friend earlier was named Pollo.

Abiquail had talked to her so much. About so many things. She couldn't remember most of the things they talked about. Pollo loved her very much. They had so much idiotic fun.

Pollo got worried a lot. This irritated Abiquail a lot. She worried about things that aren't worrying. Pollo knew what type of person Abiquail was. She thought the unthinkable and stressed over it. She couldn't imagine them happening yet she did.

She'd freak out and yell at Abiquail, her mothering side coming out. "Do this, do that," she would screech in fear. Abiquail was also a rebellious type. It took a lot for her to actually do something. Pollo worries even more. Got even more angrier at her for not doing certain things and doing things that she didn't approve of.

Abiquail's energy seeped out of her as they had these arguments. Pollo knew her troubles and, at times, she was adding more different things for Abiquail to think about. Pollo didn't know what she could do to get rid of her mothering ways. At the end of her rants, all she could do is tell her:

"I'm sorry."

-More to come...

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