Amarië sat back down at table. She paused. Where to begin? How should she explain it? There was so much to tell, and she was not sure if she should tell it. Her life seemed just hopeless. She looked up from the brown box she had held in her bag.
'My name is Amarië. What is it you would like to know?' She said. There was still so much to tell.
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