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(Brileys POV)

Living in a small town never really suited me well.  But here I sit in the middle of freaking nowhere, waiting for something exciting to happen.  

My life has been the definition of boredom.  I mean what else could you call living on a farm? Fun? Exciting? No. More like living hell. I have figured out that unless I want my life to be wasted achieving nothing but boredom, I need to leave.  But that is easier said than done.

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