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Alex blinked at her. “Wait – come again?”

            “I always dreamed – this is gonna sound harsh – but I always wanted to run away. It just felt like something I had to do in order to figure out who I was and gain my independence. I was packing a bag for a little while, just placing the objects I would miss the most in it. I was planning on leaving the night I took my last walk – last night, when my parents were murdered.”

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