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Rp starters with some of the Hutchens-Jones kids
Micheal sat on the porch, his head in his hands. His mother was dead. His father had lost his punching bag. His grandmother was nowhere to be found, as was his aunt. Now he was all alone, despite having all his siblings. He was the only one his mother had trusted enough to tell what was going on. (1850)
Kaylee walked alone, her head down. She had a cloak pulled around her, though it wasn't cold. She glanced around, sighing. Her face obscured, she sat down and pulled her knees to her chest. (1851)
Elizabeth stood on the roof of her home, looking down. The wind made her dress billow around her ankles. She spread her arms, taking a deep breath. (1851)
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