For Mila: Mission Phoenix
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Disclaimer: I'm not a native English speaker. There will be a lot of mistakes, some sentences might even sound like gibberish and maybe, this story will bore the hell out of you because it is written in such a simple way, but I want to train my English skills and this story is actually meant for Mila (a wonderful girl, if you don't know her you've definitely missed out) anyway, so please don't complain about my lack of vocbulary or my poor grammar.
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"We only really notice how much we depend on things if someone takes them away forcefully - your memories, for example."
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