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Her eyes narrowed at the sniper positioned about the unsuspecting crowd. She made her way forward carefully, quickly. Bunching her muscles in a crouch she jumped to the nearest window and began climbing her way up.
The trenches were filled with the cold, icy water of the rain. She peered into the waters curiously, watching the ripples move through the water, caused by seemingly nothing.
Mothering: that's something Ms. Fuji had always done for her, wasn't it? No, she wasn't her mother but she'd always stepped in without being obvious. She'd knitted her scarves and blankets and made her food for no reason at all when she'd see the bruises. Always taking care of her.
She squinted at the hot sun beating down at her. Her cheeks were covered in scratches and her clothes were torn. She wasn't sure how she'd gotten here in the first place, it was like her memories were lost in the back of her mind somewhere a long time ago. She felt stuck.
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