Your name is Junebug Lovings. It took years of scrounging and dead end jobs, but you finally have made enough pocket change to purchase this curious old orphanage. It's exterior is a little odd, what with its patchwork of different colors on its walls, but then again, so is your's - you finger your ball-jointed ligaments carefully, reminded once again as to how fragile you are. So is your goal of raising one hundred rowdy children really a great idea, given your condition? Maybe not, but you've got to try. Maybe it's for the children. Maybe it's to prove something to yourself.
Maybe it's because you can give them a better life than your parents ever did.
And then again, this town needs a woman like you. From what you've heard from others, the adoption agency is overflowing with unwanted babies, who grow into disgruntled teenagers who feed into the filth of this notorious world. Maybe some people would call you crazy, opening an adoption agency in such a crime polluted town like Little Brook, but perhaps you can turn this place into something great.
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