Chapter 12•memories

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As i fell, i had a surprisingly large amount of time to think about my life. How i was pretty much born into dauntless, but living in abnegation. How the people at dauntless wouldn't care. How many people get an opportunity like that? Its one in over 7 billion. Im the only one. I remember how whenever i would come home a bit later and my parents were awake i would have to make up some excuse, like; "I was just making sure that the Factionless didn't need anything," or "A little boy looked like he was lost, so i just went to help him find his way home." Anything I could say to hide it. Our neighbors never said anything, and neither did the occasional runner, for wich i am greatfull.

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