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We sat there and talked for hours, about their life, mine, and some questions were finally answered.

"Who? Who was that mom?" I said terrified.

"That," said my mother in a gentle voice, "was claude, a family friend. We assume that he's been wanting you for years, along with his new "son." For his own bidding."

"Did he do this?" I replied nervously, "burn our house?"

"Yes," said my father, "he burned down the manor as we were doing our last check-up of the toy factory. He saw that we weren't inside, panicked, and made it seem like a gore, suicide type thing by sewing fake, realistic, dolls together to traumatize you. He then, hired a hit man to kill the real us but we merely escaped. We're just glad you're home ciel."

"I am too." I said tearing up.

We all hugged and decided to move, far, far, away from here.

The End.

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