Prologue (Leon: Age 16)

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I rip another picture from the lamp posts lining the street. "Missing boy age 16 looks like this blah, blah, blah, I get it. I need to get out of here before I'm not missing anymore and get dragged back into that hell hole with that lying .... nevermind," I say to myself, "goodbye Alberta, Virginia, hello anywhere else." I walk along the road heading out of town never to be seen there again. Before I'm all the way out of town I turn around and look into the direction of my childhood home and raise my middle finger. "Kiss my ass Mom."

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Little did I know within the next month my life would begin. I would meet my soulmate, go on adventures, and after three years I would find my real mom. 

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