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| − | I grew up as the second-oldest child--oldest daughter--of a farm family. It was a simple life, but a rewarding one: every crown you earned was from an honest day's work, and food tastes sweeter when it was grown, picked, and cooked by your own hand. Javid--my older brother--grew tired of it and struck out for Cliffside seeking his fortune, and we haven't heard from him since.
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| − | After the last child, mom began acting...strange. Irritable, starting arguments, walking the halls at night, . At first we thought she was just being ornery, but after a while, . . It hurt to
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Revision as of 04:30, 19 April 2014
"Times may be tough, but the heaviest rains make for the prettiest flowers."
