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I walked on the gravel path beneath me, trailing to a small street filled with shops. As I did so, the names they called me span in my head repeatedly. I imagined I was drowning in the ocean of words and rumours about me. I wanted to go Wtj back and shout at them but I clearly couldn't - being mute and all...

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