She didn't even deserve to be called with a name.
Rikka saw Mio as nothing more than a lowly creature—a mere object to be used and discarded at her whim.
To Rikka, Mio's life was as inconsequential as the moment she would sacrifice the lettuce!
She'd toss it, along with other scraps, into the bin, and nobody should be bothered in the slightest.
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Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2817: SACRIFICE THE LETTUCE! by @Freewritehouse. Thanks to @marianneweste @latino.romano, @wakeupkitty, and @felt.buzz
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