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Peyton-Prolouge
There used to be a time when my parents smiled at eachother and would swing me between their arms. Picnics at the park were a regular occurance, and my family was happy. In those days, I was sheltered and loved; I thought that the world was a perfect place filled with nice people and happily ever afters. Sometimes I stop for a moment and wonder how my life could have ever changed so drastically. The people that used to be my family went away and never came back.
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