Her mother was calling her name, but she would not reply. Instead, she nestled herself further into the blankets and sheets of the closet. The bag beside her held her tiara, tutu, princess, and unicorn, as well as other things she needed. Just stay quiet. Once she leaves so will I. The little girl sunk herself farther and farther back into the closet as her mother’s voice grew louder and louder. The door opened and the girl held her breath. She did not move, and soon it closed as the calling resumed.
The little girl had made a good plan.
This is good, Abby.
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