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::Sarah's POV:: I awoke in a familiar tight space. The smell of moss and a nearby river called out to me. I opened my eyes to a damaged tin roof, and compact wooden walls. The curtain to the only entrance and exit of my shed blew gracefully in the wind. It was as if I had woken up from a really long dream. A real roller-coaster one at that, until I felt a slight pain on my shoulders. I traced the scars gently with my fingers, it was not a dream. Everything I wished didn't happen was very real! The futon I had slept on was very uncomfortable, I heard chirping of birds nearby, and again, the gentle flowing of the river. I yawned, my body cracked at the very stretch I let out. My body had grown accustomed to the comfort of the mansion I had forgotten about my humbled past.
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