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I'm not lonely, just lost
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Ongoing, First published Nov 19, 2014
Karnoe is just an orphan girl. 
Being all alone isn't that bad but it seems like something is missing.. 
On a foggy, cold October day, she is given the chance to change her life forever. 

This story is about my character Karnoe from "I'm not crazy, just paranoid" by movingmountains_ , which is a Don't starve fan-fiction (so is this story) 
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