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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:09 pm
There once was a girl named Fifty who had been constantly made fun of because of her name. Names that cannot be repeated on this site she was called.
One day, she had run away from her home, where she figured that's where the trouble began. She did not care whether or not the police were looking for her. She did not care about the freezing snow that had made her toes beyond frozen. She did not even care whether she lived or died.
The only thing that kept her going, that kept her moving was the hope that someday, she would find the place where she belonged.
She was unaware that she had fallen into a deep slumber behind a dark alley in New York City when her body called it quits.
What awaits her future? That we may never know.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 2:52 am
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