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"Demetra. My name is demertra." The farmiller and girl said. Sidenely imeges flashed through me mind.
8 years ago.
Demetras hand came in contracg weth men face. tha hole ruum was silent, as demetras foot came en contracg with me nose. Blood came ruchiing down as i scrumed out in pane. My soft lonliy wimpers could be heard thrugh the rumm as demetra walked. Up the stares.
A couple days ago
she hit me than I sterted cring. Soon it all becomeded dark. my limp bodey hit the grond. "Bye bye poot" yeled demetra befure her fuut came in contet weth my face.

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