A/N:The parts in this story will be short, and I mean really short. The story will also be short. If you don't like the style I'm using then don't read it.
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I woke at dawn, in the trailer I took as my own when I was a child. It wasn't much, a worn out mattress and no electricity. A junk yard dump really, but to me it was home.
After a short morning run I set into the nearest town. I mainly say back, watching as people carry on with their simple lives. Shopping, working, loving. The simplicitied I had been denied, sense I knew no family.
Every do often I took on jobs. Meaning something to steal, someone to cheat. It had never been much of a glamorous life but survival is all I know. All I have ever known.
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Who I Am
Short StoryA lost soul who upset a strong man finds who she is when he confronts her after so long.
