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... he sound of birds singing in bursts.
Under the tree, a little girl leaned against the tree, holding her dirty little bun face with her two chubby hands, her large, grape-like eyes blinking, full of confusion.
Who... was she, exactly?
Her head hurt, messy and chaotic, as if stuffed with many things, yet she just couldn’t remember who she was.
"Whose child am I, really? Can anyone tell me who I really am?"
The little one called out with a fierce but cute cry ...
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