chapter 3 the dust

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i looked at the necklace and wonder why he had it i mean it was so girly and he was a solider in the second world war and a tough one he taught me how to shoot my bow and arrow when i was young and a gun so i could survive if i got lost in the woods and how to fight in case of the mean kids at school not that that one worked i always came home with black eyes and my nose is broken. I looked at the dust i opened the necklace and put some dust on me that was the end of normal for me.    

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