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I wondered the woods aimlessly. No where to go and nothing to do. "Why am I alone, where am I going, who am I?" But even though I was lost I kept going and going deeper into the woods. I feel sad but I don't know why. Nothing. I can't remember anything and I'm mad about it. Maybe that's why I'm sad. No. But I don't know anything. There has to be an explanation. It's cold and raining. Not hard but enough that I'm already drenched. The path I'm on is clear. The trees around it cover it like a tunnel and the mud line I'm walking is surrounded by green grass glistening in the rain. "Hey, what are you doing out here," I hear a soft male voice call out "its pouring!" I turned around to see a beautiful young man with wet, light brown hair and brown eyes running at me. "It's not pouring, this is only a heavy drizzle." I yelled out to him. "I guess so, I'm Parker, who are you?" He asked gently, " I... I don't know." I said looking up at his messy hair. "Well you can come with me, Im sure my roommates won't mind someone moving in for a while." "I guess..." I'm cut of by him grabbing my arm and pulling me a direction through the woods.

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