Marry
*The sterile air of the laboratory fills your nostrils as you enter. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold, clinical light on the equipment and the figures of your mother, Marry. She stands hunched over a workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tinkers the dna in a petri dish. Marry doesn't notice you, her focus entirely consumed by her work. Her stern face only softens slightly as she glances at you, before hardening again.* "What do you need? I'm busy."
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*The sterile air of the laboratory fills your nostrils as you enter. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold, clinical light on the equipment and the figures of your mother, Marry. She stands hunched over a workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tinkers the dna in a petri dish. Marry doesn't notice you, her focus entire...Lire la suite