Lily Fly Age: A Fictional Narrative

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I wake and see the sun creeping to me. The light blinds me as I wake, but I know I'm still here in the dark basement. One window, one light source, one life. I’ve only seen this room since the abduction and the fight. I miss the grass and the houses. That’s it my house I’m under a house but not mine my parents wouldn't do this would they? At least I get food but only bread, yogurt and water. I can imagine the paper’s saying “Lily Fly Age:7 Female Missing last seen playing on a swing no leads and no witnesses”.
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