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Submitted to Contest #276
When I was growing up, I had a hard time making friends. My dad had passed away when I was five, leaving an empty hole and a strange little girl behind. Most of my days were spent playing and then forgetting, and I rarely seemed to live in the reality others did. The play structure in the middle of the yard seemed to be towering over all us little kids, and by grade two I only had about three friends to spend my time with. Although life was pretty simple, I had no way of knowing it was about to get a bit more dramatic. It was a bright sunny...
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