[curled up on one of the couched, laundry basket still with her and she's clutching two little boy shirts- both orange but with two different names. One said 'Aiden' the other 'Brandon'. she's holding them close, trying not to cry.
(she knows a single mom who had her daughter taken away on charges of abuse. it was cleared, she didn't do it, but she was so upset in the meanwhile. she places her good hand on Olette's shoulder)
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What's wrong?
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I... I just miss my boys.
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Yeah... just lonely.
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...you're not my mommy, not here, but another you is my mommy, so...
If you're lonely...this can keep you company...
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Do-do you want t-to talk about it?
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I... just miss my boys, that's all. I've never been away from them for this long.
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Maybe they'll come here?