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It was around 3 o’clock in the morning, and she didn’t know why she got out of bed, got dress, snuck out from their house and walked all the way here in the cold night. Something woke her up and the minute that she did, her father came into her mind. She laid there for an hour just thinking about the smallest things she remembered about him like his voice, his bright green eyes that she had, his laugh that she always heard when she was a baby and the smallest image of his face came into her mind.
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