Story written by A.W
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Hut 17
Greenway
Black compound
Fristen
Dear Diary,
I miss my life back in New York, all the bustling streets and being pushed from wall to wall and the busy subways. I even miss my worst enemies nothing compares to what the people of Fristen Camp are doing to us. Nothing.
It was on the Wednesday afternoon I recall when the Fristen's came to our street.
