Anne was always daring. Anne was always dreaming. Anne didn't know the meaning of fear, but she longed to know it. She lived in a nice family, a small family. A very modest, and morally stable home of three. It seemed perfect, and to most, it seemed too good to be true. For Anne, it wasn't daring enough. Until suddenly, everything starts going wrong. She finds herself missing the simple things. (Not sure where i'm going with this, but i'm going.)
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