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My eyes fluttered open. I tuned my mind to stay awake when I heard that irritating sound because it was so crucial to my survival. I got up and looked around. I was in my room. But the funny thing was that I had no idea how I got here. After taking a little nap yesterday, I went to lunch.

Eating something good for the first time in three months felt surreal. And after that, I just wandered about the family grounds. Neverminding the constant looks of judgment from every o ...

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