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This is the Story of Jane Doe.
Jane Doe
ˌjān ˈdō
noun: Jane Doe;
an anonymous female party, typically the plaintiff, in a legal action.
informal
a hypothetical average woman.
Everyone always assumed her name had just been Jane. The name her parents gave her at birth. That is, in fact, what her parents told her, and everyone else. However, the name Jane had come to be when she'd been dropped off at their doorstep as a child -- a Jane Doe.
Now, the truth of her past life would be revealed. The past she could never remember, the past she didn't know was even there.
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