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A strand of hair haning in my face. The rest was oily and tangled so much I couldn't let my hand flow down it even an inch. My hair had grown to my knee's now, and I haven't bathed in over a year.
Everything that had happened before, was now just a fading memory. Just a thought that was slowly leaving me forever.
I can't even remember what their names were now. Their voices, looks, nothing. I feel horrible about it, too.
Like when she came. Attacked the village, almost killed him, and kidnapped me.
She kept me hostage here since that day.
Here? A rusty, molding small room in her hideout. Nearly impossible to find
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