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She sat at the bench before the glorious fountain that sat smack middle of their garden. The son of Eros hadn't arrived yet, and it was getting late. This made her feel sad. She also felt alone, despite knowing she was surrounded by hundreds of very kind people. Still, with her social anxiety, her mind trapped her to the confides of the cabin and garden. He was a nice visitor from the "outside" world. Now, she had to rely on interaction with her siblings. Honestly, she needed help being able to handle large masses of people. Wish a sigh, Aisling laid on the bench, exhausted by her thoughts
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