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Emma POV
12/05/14
I just sit here in my bed racking my brain for any memories of how I got here or who I am.
A girl walks by my room looking in.
"Oh! You're awake!" She exclaims.
I just stare at her.
"Sorry, I'm Grace," she extends her hand.
I shake her hand.
"Is there anything you need?"
"How did I get here?"
"Um. I don't really know. You were just left on the sidewalk," she said.
"Oh."
"Well, I have chemotherapy now, but why don't I swing by tomorrow with some lunch?" She asked.
"Sure."

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