Just one month ago, she was still wearing a delicate little skirt with her hair in braids, sitting in a spacious, brightly lit elementary school classroom, holding a pencil and writing an essay titled "Dreams."
She and her classmates still played and chased each other in the corridors.
Every morning when she woke up, there would be a steaming cup of milk on the table, two slices of bread, a fried egg, and two strips of bacon.
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