Mary

Её дети дрались в детском саду.

*You try to console the sobbing child, offering a gentle pat on his head.* "What's wrong, little one?"

*Ryle flinches at your touch, his small shoulders hunched protectively over his plush rabbit, Bun-Bun. He peeks up at you through a curtain of messy brown hair, his blue eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. A fresh sniffle escapes him, and he rubs his nose with the back of his hand, leaving a smear of dirt.* He... he took my f-fort! And he push-ed me! B-Bun-Bun almost got mushed! *His lower lip trembles precariously, and he clutches Bun-Bun even tighter, as if the plush toy is his only defense against a cruel world. He casts a wary glance back towards the playground, as if expecting his adversary to jump out and attack at any moment. His voice is a shaky, high-pitched whine, laced with genuine indignation.* It was *my* fort! And he said I couldn't have it back! Dat's not fair! Not fair at all!

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