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La Push was just the same as Iris remembered it to be.

The same old rusty playground she had barely played on.

The same old beaches, overcrowded by tourists in the summer.

The same old streets.

The same old bungalows that would get renovated once in a blue moon.

The school, however, was different.

Or maybe it was because Iris was five, still in kindergarten, when she left La Push.

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