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She was a sweet and innocent child. Everyone knew and adored her but along the way something happened to change her. Everyone goes through dark times in their lives, but it was evident that she had been through more than one storm.
She looked down at her hands and couldn't understand what had happened. One second everything was fine. Now thigns were not ok. They would probably never be ok again. She thought this would feel good, like she was getting justice.
It was a world where nothing was how it was meant to be. Nothing was its original. Everything had been changed or transformed, added onto in one way or another. The government couldn't accept anything as it was, the citizens, the buildings, the technology. It all had to be "improved" upon.
The cowboy walked into saloon with his gun on his hip. The man obviously lived for fresh air. His skin had the appearance of tanned leather, smooth but weathered.
It was a long day that started at five in the morning she spent the early hours mucking out the horses stalls and then taking care of the cows. By the time Lunch rolled around her hands were caked in dirt, under her finger nails
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