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This is likely to be pretty opaque to you if you don't know Bliss Stage, but here's the first thing I thought of in response to metalfatigue0's challenge.

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"No, I... raaagh!"

Tracy bent over her bowl of oats and milk, suddenly finding breakfast very interesting. It was never a good sign when Michelle made that wounded-animal noise.

"Look, you," continued the last adult after recovering her composure a little. "You know how this works."

"My way would be better," sulked David. "Your God hasn't helped us much here, has he? Where was He when Jemima was dragged off by one of them?"

"That doesn't mean we have a license to do things wrong," she tried to explain. "You can't share her. It isn't healthy..."

"What if I married him, too?"

Michelle sat down heavily on a nearby chair, her head in her hands.

"You know what?" she said. "Sure. Whatever. Knock yourselves out. I don't care any more."

Little seven-year-old Stephanie came up behind her, very carefully, and cleared her throat gently.

"God still loves you, you know," said the little girl. "And them, too."

The adult looked terribly pained and weary for a moment, then sniffled a little and pulled Stephanie onto her lap for a hug.

"I know, Steph. I know. But... thank you."

Stephanie squirmed. "S'okay," she said indifferently. Her eyes alighted on the half-finished bowl in front of the adult. "'f you're not gonna eat that, c'n I have it?"

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