A Mother's love
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I don't necessarily believe in the unknown just enough to get by and not be targeted or so I thought. My 16th birthday is not what most people call a birthday. Most people would be overjoyed by their 17th birthday but not me.
That year.
That month.
That day.
Was nothing that a regular person would expect.
But then again you have to expect the unexpected to expect the expected.
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Being in the background was something Lucy was use to. In fact she come to rather enjoy watching people from afar and she would like to keep it that way.
But what if she don't get her way and her quite life in the shadows was ripped away from her in mere minutes.
5 minutes to be precise.
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