Coat of Arms of Many Cloths

The only blood relation in the townhouse were a sister and brother, neither of which were ever quite fortunate enough to find their soulmate or at least a suitable companion to complete them. Over a number of years they became the legal guardians to twenty-seven children of various ages, nationalities and gender identities, all rescue adoptions plucked from one disaster or another. Their family coat of arms was stitched together from many varied pieces of cloth, a thing that could never be whole. And yet somehow was.

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