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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺. "𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳." 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳. "𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱."
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
People can be many things.
A sister.
Coworker.
Lumberjack.
Tribute.
Victor.
Amputee.
Runaway.
Refugee.
One can shed these titles faster than leaves fall from the trees, though the story behind it all may never live to tell the tale because it could never be free. This girl, though; she did. And she'll tell his too. And her name was Winnifred Maple.