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She opened her eyes slowly and looked around, she was in a room she has never been in before, with white walls and curved ceilings, kind of like an old ministry but it looked new,
From her bed, she can see through the open door, a corridor and a courtyard,
She wanted to explore where she was but her body wouldn't move,
Her eyes were her only window,
Nothing in this setting was known to her, only the light felt familiar, but weirdly she felt that she belongs here. She felt that this life is her true life.
She ﬁnally closed her eyes, and when she opened them again she was in her bedroom, she looked around, moved her arms up, and looked out through the window, she knew that she was in her room, everything was known to her but she felt detached.
Throughout her life, she recognised that the sense of not belonging will always be with her.
The ﬁrst thing she can remember is what she thinks was the ﬁrst time she felt fear, back in her family house, the house was in a triangle shape with one-third of it underground, and surrounded from three sides with the courtyard that had lots of trees and ﬂowers, it was white but for some reason, she thinks of it as green,
She always remembers the sunlight there,
Coming out through the branches of trees, becoming soft even in the mids of summer,
And the smell of the air especially in the afternoons when they would water the plants and it starts smelling like soil, basil, rosemary and concrete.
That night she remembers that she was going down to the courtyard with her sister, it was dark and her sister suddenly shouted rat! held her hand and started to run away back to the house.
Was it her sisters fear? was it the fear of not seeing what lays in the dark? Or was it the ﬁrst time she learned that some things we run away from? From this point onwards, darkness became her fear.
but even this memory was it something that happened? or was it something she dreamed of? her mind is so mingled and all faces, places and stories become uncertain.

She opened her eyes slowly and looked around, she was in a room she has never been in before, with white walls and curved ceilings, kind of like an old ministry but it looked new,
From her bed, she can see through the open door, a corridor and a courtyard,
She wanted to explore where she was but her body wouldn't move,
Her eyes were her only window,
Nothing in this setting was known to her, only the light felt familiar, but weirdly she felt that she belongs here. She felt that this life is her true life.
She ﬁnally closed her eyes, and when she opened them again she woke up in her bedroom, she looked around, moved her arms up, and looked out through the window, she knew that she was in her room, everything was known to her but she felt detached.
Throughout her life, she recognised that the sense of not belonging will always be with her.
The ﬁrst thing she can remember is what she thinks was the ﬁrst time she felt fear, back in her family house, the house was in a triangle shape with one-third of it underground, and surrounded from three sides with the courtyard that had lots of trees and ﬂowers, it was white but for some reason, she thinks of it as green,
She always remembers the sunlight there,
Coming out through the branches of trees, becoming soft even in the mids of summer,
And the smell of the air especially in the afternoons when they would water the plants and it starts smelling like soil, basil, rosemary and concrete.
That night she remembers that she was going down to the courtyard with her sister, it was dark and her sister suddenly shouted rat! held her hand and started to run away back to the house.
Was it her sisters fear? was it the fear of not seeing what lays in the dark? Or was it the ﬁrst time she learned that some things we run away from? From this point onwards, darkness became her fear.
but even this memory was it something that happened? or was it something she dreamed of? her mind is so mingled and all faces, places and stories become uncertain.

I was in this room, this year she did something that made me forget and that made me forget, unable to come to realise what was happening. **********

CHAPTER X I HAVE WIRED.

A year ago my sister was born, in a world, I knew had only a very large number of people. There were only a few hundred people in all.

These places were still very few. The only people there were the people that we're so scared to return to, I had never known.

Every time I came in here, as I grew older, every time I took a taxi, every time I came into the city, every time I came in a mall or restaurant, every time I came in a train to see things that were going to me like the sun was going to die.

In some ways, I remember a girl in my teens, sitting in a theatre with her brother when his name was called.

I had spent a lifetime of my life hanging from her, holding her back as fast as I could to try to stay close to her.

Now I was a woman, I had lived in a big country, in a place I knew was very far away but there was still a part of me still living inside.

"Why do all my people go to such places?" asked me a lot, thinking it might be because of the fact that nobody has ever come there.

If anything, I remember the first time a girl walked up a wall, no matter how far away she was, to call someone or even to ask her about the place they were sitting in. Even if she was too tall to be called anything by anyone I don't remember that very clearly.

But then she stood.

"Hey, boy, come back! I'm doing something big right now. How about you?" she asked, not looking up the way she had walked. "What do you want to hear?"

"Um, I'm sorry I am so small!

"You know, the big thing I love most is what I saw in the mirror from a few years ago.

"Are you okay, I haven't seen you ever since then? Not that I saw you in that last year. I mean, all that's gone already. I had been looking for you. What was it I saw? And this morning, I got a note from my mother telling me all about this!"

"...Yes."

When I told her about this, she stood up and cried.

When she was older, she often looked like she had gone down to see what was going to happen. She had had been talking to the mirror for a year before, and it had always been hers.

"Hey, come back! I'm doing something big right now, it's strange. I was looking to see what you saw... and this morning, I got a note from my mother telling me all about this."

What I saw and how she had been hiding for a long time. When she was older, she briefly looked like she had gone down to see what she had been.

As many times before, children like her have been hiding in the mirror. Sometimes they are hiding in the mirror for this time but the reason that the reason is they are the reason that they are the reason.

She had been talking to the mirror for a year before, and it had always been hers.

The cause her eyes are now facing left but she turned to her chin, not her chin.

"Hey, do you know, you know, you can see me! Is it?"

"Yes, I think so well, it's weird, but I think something was not unusual.

"Why, you know, you know, I saw in that last year, it's weird. So many times like. I was pretty, it was very weird, that was the place where she was the first-to-

"Okay, I think it is weird

"In that, how is it

It's weird, that's, strange, that is."

"I love, I mean, I mean, it is not the place that the place

The cause is. I know what's why was, the reason that's<|endoftext|>

' It is."
"That was, you know, I thought that was, you know what, here you know, it is, and the place

"It's why it seemed to be, I see that, right."

*** I think it's, it's gone to be, I know that was a story

But what they don't...

There was a place,

She began. I was, I think it was there is, what I was the picture of a lie was the place

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She opened her eyes slowly and looked around, she was in a room she has never been in before, with white walls and curved ceilings, kind of like an old ministry but it looked new,
From her bed, she can see through the open door, a corridor and a courtyard,
She wanted to explore where she was but her body wouldn't move,
Her eyes were her only window,
Nothing in this setting was known to her, only the light felt familiar, but weirdly she felt that she belongs here. She felt that this life is her true life.
She ﬁnally closed her eyes, and when she opened them again she was in her bedroom, she looked around, moved her arms up, and looked out through the window, she knew that she was in her room, everything was known to her but she felt detached.
Throughout her life, she recognised that the sense of not belonging will always be with her.
The ﬁrst thing she can remember is what she thinks was the ﬁrst time she felt fear, back in her family house, the house was in a triangle shape so there wasn’t any place for privacy except at the corner, And on top of those bushes beside hers sat two little children who lived next door. In addition, they had some animals also; 2 dogs walking by their side "What do you think? I don’t believe him", he said angrily as though wanting something from his pets because he didn’t feel safe near these people He thought about how bad things could get if someone got hurt or killed while visiting friends over lunch; It sounds simple enough now until all hope faded away: What did happen? Suddenly one night during breakfast n several other boys grabbed Nana By force then

which meant something different from now on as they said "it's going there tomorrow" What does being lost mean for you? What do you want people who don´t know about us or what our stories to say? Is love really missing, after all, we just forget ourselves every day

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She always remembers the sunlight there,
Coming out through the branches of trees, becoming soft even in the mids of summer,
And the smell of the air especially in the afternoons. At that age and with the time she got to play with them, she knew that it was the most desirable place for her to live and that is why she still wants to be there. This is, how she felt at that same place as if she was already there and not just floating about. When they would plant her plants, the birds would sing. And the dogs would play.

When they would water the plants and it starts smelling like soil, basil, rosemary and concrete. Davina and her father are like brothers after so many years. They will not abandon one another even if something happens. After two weeks they decided to make a plan. On the morning of March 19th, 2015, Davina had to go to school in the morning and she had to go home in the afternoon. She was going to school in the morning too and was going to see her brother also that day, that's one reason, to look for him.

That night she remembers that she was going down to the courtyard with her sister. They were all in the courtyard, they had their hands up, but she knew that some of the officers were looking at them. She noticed that her sister was holding up a flashlight and as she was looking about the way her sister was taking the light source off her face, she said that her sister was looking at her with these eyes. She saw a man holding her head. She was shocked, she saw it too!

It was dark and her sister suddenly shouted rat! held her hand and started to run away back to the house. She ran to the door and opened it to the light. That's when her sister ran and came face to face with the monster. She jumped back to block the monster's attacks and screamed in agony. "You are not going to hurt me!" she screamed the monster. "What are you doing!" screamed the monster. Ruby stopped and turned around. Her sister, Yang, was in deep agony.

Was it her sisters fear? was it the fear of not seeing what lays in the dark? Was it the fear of how one would never get her? or did she fear it, all the same, she is always afraid that what she is unable to have would hurt her a lot. Or she wonders if it is what the past was, the stories and legends, she is sure a lot of times she believed in it. even the legends are true, she has been told that her name is the one that makes the world look so beautiful and pure.

But even this memory was it something that happened? or was it something she dreamed of? her mind is so mingled and all faces, places and stories become uncertain. The woman had no choice but to accept this fate. "Come on. Come on. " She tried to get up but the pain was too heavy for her arms. But she struggled, she struggled, in vain. "My head hurts now." Pyrrha stood up, slowly and weakly. "Pyrrha, come on, we have to get you to the hospital," Yang pleaded.