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"What was Sunday like?"
"Sunday, she -- she was like no other. She was unique, different. She didn't engage in the mindless gossip at school, or -- or stay quiet and let herself dissolve. She was just, just Sunday, I guess. She wasn't loud, or quiet, she spoke the right words at the right times, even though she was reckless."
"What happened to her?"
"She -- she just... left."
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Sunday Milly Charles returns to her hometown, two years after her disappearance, completely different.