You don’t know me, but I am your daughter.
You don’t know me: Post Office
Gemma Kennedy

I am sitting here at my computer trying to think of a way to… properly respond to this.

I was wondering how it’d end, what I’d see as the reader, my visual.

I saw something coming, but not this. woW.

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