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A Sense of Abandonment Thump, clatter. Bang, crash. Splat.A Sense of Abandonment by ~Wind-Up-Mouse
The sounds of Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Emporium were the only family that Mrs. Eleanor Lovett of 186 Fleet Street possessed. Sure, her mother and father COULD be somewhere, but she figured they were probably just rotted corpses in an alleyway by now. Her husband, Albert, had long ago died, leaving her a widow with hardly anything to her name, for the man had been drunk when writing his will and left everything but the pie shop and a small amount of money to his drinking and gambling buddy...who had died three days after Albert did.
Mrs. Lovett leaned forward, propping herself up on her elbows as she lea
The Key to My Heart "I promise you, Nellie, I WILL get you out of here." The man took the small female's hands in his, kissing each of her fingers gently. He let her crawl into his lap and bury her pale, dirt-covered face in the crook of his neck, stroking her tangled auburn curls gently.The Key to My Heart by ~Wind-Up-Mouse
"Sweeney..." Mrs. Lovett whispered, the sound echoing around the cell eerily. Her voice sounded completely worn and broken, as if the woman had been through hell and back...which, for her, it seemed as if she had.
Earlier in the week, Sweeney Todd and Eleanor Lovett had been arrested for their crimes that had been going on for at least half a year, involving barber shop d
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