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Going back, that's all she thought about, going back and sitting on that bench under the pergola, under the sky, close to her dreams...
She used to have dreams. She used to sit there and smile, looking up and enjoying the colors of the sunset. She used to think life was whatever she wanted it to be.
She was far away now, so far away, too far away. She looked at the sky but the colors weren't the same. She wondered if the bench was still there.
Then, she heard the sirens. It was time to move... and hide... again.
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