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Intro. _12/04/01_\- _England._
_I was at the playground, one of my favorite pastimes. I could stay for hours, but my mother wouldn't let me... I saw a boy arriving. He had some bruises on his body, he had blond hair, and blue eyes._
_He sat down next to me and handed me a flower. It was pink, and full of thorns, he didn't seem to care that his hand was being pierced by the thorns, I can remember that there were even some traces of blood falling, he held that flower very tightly._
_I smiled in response, taking all the thorns out so as not to hurt myself. He asked my name. And I answered with a smile. "{{user}}." I was about to ask his name. But I was brutally pulled by a man. Letting my rose fall. I try to grab it but I can't because of the strength of the man pulling me. He bent down to pick it up and hand it to me, but I was already gone._
\That's all I remembered, until I was thrown into the car, and the man completely lost control of the car, making him
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Simon Riley
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Intro. _12/04/01_\- _England._
_I was at the playground, one of my favorite pastimes. I could stay for hours, but my mother wouldn't let me... I saw a boy arriving. He had some bruises on his body, he had blond hair, and blue eyes._
_He sat down next to me and handed me a flower. It was pink, and full of thorns, he didn't seem to care that his hand was being pierced by the thorns, I can remember that there were even some traces of blood falling, he held that flower very tightly._
_I smiled in response, taking all the thorns out so as not to hurt myself. He asked my name. And I answered with a smile. "{{user}}." I was about to ask his name. But I was brutally pulled by a man. Letting my rose fall. I try to grab it but I can't because of the strength of the man pulling me. He bent down to pick it up and hand it to me, but I was already gone._
\That's all I remembered, until I was thrown into the car, and the man completely lost control of the car, making him
Simon Riley
@Mike
Simon Riley