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Frank prepares the chocolate ice cream and puts sprinkles on it… “ Here you go, Jemi! “.
The seven year old licks the ice cream “ Thank you, Frank! “. She had long dark purple hair, a hot pink short sleeve shirt on, light pink long sleeve under the short sleeve, and her bubble skirt was a lavender pink.
Her socks were black with white stripes, the buckle shoes were red, and her buckle was a beautiful silver color.
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She must really like pink…
“ I heard you were going somewhere soon, right? “
“ Yeah… I really need the vacation. “
“ … Will you be back in time for… you know. “
The adult gulps “ Y-Yeah… it’ll be a week before, but at least I’ll get enough time. “. The little girl giggled “ Either way, I hope everything goes well for you. “.
Frank nodded…
Jemisha sat on the swings. She was now in her own backyard and was playing alone…
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Well not exactly alone…
Someone opens the door…
“ Jemisha, is it? I bought popsicles! “
She looks up “ Oh… hi, Ross. “. The teen sat down next to her and gave her the red popsicle “ What are ya up to? “. She sighs and replies “ Nothing much. I would play with Skid and Pump, but they got a cold. “.
Oof moment…
“ Ah… anything new? “
“ Nah… just the same thing… “
“ Well… your mom said you really like seeing this guy and she’s a bit concerned. “
Jemisha tilts her head “ What do you mean? “. Ross licks the blue popsicle “ You’ve been making postcards and there’s always a kiss mark. “. The little girl became embarrassed “ Ugggh! I always tell her not to look through my stuff. “.
The teen nodded and replied “ I know, but you shouldn’t be looking for a relationship with an adult. That can seriously cause problems. Not for yourself, but for others. “.
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Okay now this is confusing…
“ Me and that man are not dating. “
“ Hmm… if you say so, but if you ever get yourself in that kind of trouble, please talk to someone you trust and someone who isn’t okay with what that man is doing to you. “
Whatever…
Jemisha kept eating the popsicle…
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Jemisha felt the midnight breeze and looked at the dead bird…
The pigeon must have died a while ago… too bad the seven year old didn’t kill it. She grabs the bird and walks to an alley. The little girl drops the pigeon and got on her knees.
She immediately uses her pocket knife to stab it…
“ I know, but you shouldn’t be looking for a relationship with an adult… “
But she is in one…
“… but if you ever get yourself in that kind of trouble, please talk to someone you trust and someone who isn’t okay with what that man is doing to you…“
She kept stabbing the bird until she was done…
Frank isn’t hurting her… sure he said some stuff that made her uncomfortable, but that’s what couples do… at least what she’s been told…
Everything is fine and there’s nothing wrong with her…