Prologue

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Screaming, pain, agony. These things had been demanding to be felt 15 hours after the terrible misfortune that took place. These things throbbed in my head as I had tried to run from my troubles. "Why, why, why?" This question has never been answered before, the un-answer. People use this word for an answer. It never worked. This "vacation" was supposed to be good for me, it had taken a toll on me. I'm sorry, really sorry. If only the past could have been rewritten. . .

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