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"I'm not going to marry him!" I yell at my adoptive parents, running up to mine and my little brothers bedroom.
"You don't have a choice in the matter!" My 'mother' yells back. I shut the door and lock it, grabbing mine and my brothers backpack. I started to fill the backpacks with stuff that we would need. My little bro looks over at me from coloring in the coloring book I gave him for his last birthday and asks "what are you doing, sis?"

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