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Subject: {A young girl, around the age of 14, walks down the edge of path in the shadows of the trees}


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Date Posted: 14:34:50 12/24/01 Mon
 She looks at the villages at the end of the roads. Then wishing not to be seen she leaps behind a thick tree. She looks down at herself; at her torn skirt and shirt; at her bare, scratched, and bruised feet. She peeks around the tree at the good village, her eyes dull and worn it seemed as though her spirit had been broken, but that was just what her eyes said; behind the mask was a spirit, of what kind is unknown to even her... She pushes back her chocolate brown, straight hair with a dirty hand, then with the other hand she picks up a small squarrel. "You convinced me I should leave," She spoke gentally almost a whisper, "now what shall I do?" The squarrel chattered loudly for a few seconds. When the girl spoke again, "I couldn't go... not looking like this..." She shook her head slowly; then looked around and lowered her voice. "If he ever, ever found me again..." She looked at the inside of her wrist and tears started to well up in her eyes then she sniffed and forced her eyes to look at the squarrel. "I really hope you keep you promise that he will not find me..." She paused for a moment then sat down as the squarrel looked at her through heartfelt eyes.
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