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| | Posted 7.2 years ago | Last Played 6.3 years ago |
were the last words from my lips as my sister chased after me. she and I were the last surviving children of a town rampaged by a murderer. few were left alive from a thriving city. one old woman told me of her mom, a hard worker. The city had been happy. we were the last and my job would be to keep my sister alive. i struggled. after much search, i lit a fire. by then flocks of my sister's children roamed about. we slowly cooked mutton. |
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