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Hi my name is Alfred most people call me al.so this is a story about how I got lost in the great big city chandrapatna.It happened when I was very young at the age of 37.Most people ask me how i survived by when I reply is say,"MAGIC," and then they say magic doesn't exist but I say that is pish-posh.Anyways it all started when my mother and father had to go see my aunt who had a serious disease called," the COLD,"so I went to say bye and sat down and watched doremon.Then I got a call from my uncle and he said that my aunt,mother and father died in an autorikshaw crash.I was so sad it ran of in to the city and left everything behind except my mini autorikshaw.

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