When I was about 5 years old I hit my head on the side walk after falling off my bike. I had fallen because I hit a larger sized pebble. On the ground in tears I gazed at my father, he looked at me and told me to "get up" and to "hurry Julia! Get up!" 3 seconds later he was shot in the head by the men that hunt me now 12 years later.
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I thought I knew
RandomJulia is being hunted. She does not know their names or what they look like. All she knows is that she can not be caught.
