Prologue;

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  My childhood. The most magical beautiful thing I'll ever experience. The smell of fresh fruit being cut, friends, laughter, the blazing summer sun, cicadas whispering. The feeling of being alive—A feeling I'll never be able to find again.

         I thought back to those days, the days. Now, I'm here, sitting in this gray office, as if all the colors of the spectrum had been sucked from my eyes leaving nothing but shades. I was sick of this, this gloomy feeling as if I had died—like my soul left my body even if I'm still alive. I need a break. A resort. A vacation.

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