Asylum

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I don't remember many of the staff members at the asylum. I remember a tall man who favored me and the other kids. Two other kids too, an older sister and her younger brother. And finally a sweet nurse. Though the memory of what their faces looked like is blurred I remember them all right.

Last thing I remember from the asylum is escaping and traveling on foot.

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