Are You Afraid of the Dark? 1 - PrussiaxReaderIt was a cold February day, a somewhat odd time for Prussia to have a cold climate, but it was what it was. You raced through the snow, calling a name. “______! ______! Where are you?” Your dog, ______, had run off just a half an hour or so before the blizzard had actually hit, and now you were caught in it, and heaven knows were that mischievous little critter had gotten himself into. “______!” You called once more, (color) locks batting in the wind, whipping you in the face until you pulled your scarf to cover your nose, shivering. The wind had drowned out your voice now, and there was nothing else you could do but hope ______ would find his way home. No! I can’t leave him out here like this, he’ll freeze to death! You thought to yourself. “______ darling, where are you? Come home!” And just then, you saw the small form of a canine like figure trotting towards you. “______!” You squealed, running towards him. But as
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SorrySorry for being a fat cow.Sorry for not being good at math.Sorry for always doing everything wrong in your eyes.Sorry for not being good enough.Sorry for not being pretty.Sorry for living.But most of all, sorry for not meeting your expectations.