My Name Is Eleven
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I escaped, lost my memory and fell in love.
My name is eleven I was among the army of children that was kidnapped and taken to a secret lab. when I was fourteen I excaped, unfortunately in the process of running I fell off a cliff , hit my head on a rock and lost my memory. A police officer found me and took me in. I grew to love and care for them and almost began to act like a human but he came into my world and destroyed my illusion.
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