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Grand Theft Heart

I remember this one time when I was nowhere near my prime and somebody made off with my heart. My mother watched in disbelief and told me to chase the thief and to stop giving in to grief. I was falling behind in the race so mom told me to pick up the pace or to file a missing heart’s case. I am still trying to reclaim what was taken from my domain because the four plugs are all that remain.

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