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Lena: When me and my sister Lisa were younger our mother used to tell stories of where the wild things run.She told us stories of the kids that lived by the train tracks with no parents. The wild things were free ! free to do what they want! free to go where they want! free to be free. But before we could visit the place our mother spoke of she passed away.
All that was left to us about the wild things stories we were told was a map tracing the train tracks they run by. Lisa: Lena are you ready?
Lena: I look at the map and nod my head. Folding the map up and shoving it into my bag I open the widow in my room. Tonight me and Lisa are leaving are father to run with the wild things . To finish the story our mother never got tell us.
