Prolouge

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Dear cruel world, what did I do to deserve this? I'm just a child and my father has no right to separate me from my friends. He is rude and disgusting! When he goes out with his friends he thrashes around like a hooligan! He is an uncouth unruly smut! And he gives me nothing. I sit all day reading the only books he can't take away from me and playing with the neighbors animals. Even the neighbors moved due to how horrible he is. They told him he was outlandish and cowardly. I promptly agree. But what about me, I was never apart of the equation and I hardly even get my necessities. For me, there is nothing more to life than to stay alive and become a waste of space. He has given me no purpose, so why should I try?

- Yours truly, Tiana
July 17, 1823

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