The search

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I never knew were her mom lived. I remembered a barn and a goat but I had forgotten the rest. I went to the police in search of her mom. I needed to find her. I searched day and night till she stumble across a barn with holes and broken windows. I saw a fire going. I left. I knew that her mom did not live there. Though Ithought. In the middle of the night a I wanted to make sure it was not her mom. But I thought about the curfew. How would she get past the police. I decided she would take the risk. All I wanted was to see her mom. I walked out into the street. I saw a flash of light and started to run. It was the police.

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