Prologue

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Life. Isn't fair? Or fair? No one could tell enough how it goes on. No one can predict exactly one's future, not even a foretellers. No one could point who would be the first to say goodbye nor to stay. Because in the first place, we are "no one". But in our hands where our fate lies, there, to make us "someone".

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