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It was so hard, pretending everything was alright, pretending to be happy when she didn't. Just, empty. Blank. Numb. Toriel glanced up at the cloud strewn sky with a tired appreciation as she walked, adjusting the wicker basket she held. It was certainly a long trip to get fresh ingredients, but canned fruits and old flour just never cut it. But her heart wasn't really in it, today, so, pausing beneath a tree, she set down her basket and sat back, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in.
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