Evergreen Uprooted, Memoirs of Secret

Evergreen Uprooted, Memoirs of Secret

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I was standing in the dimly lit stairwell of the first floor in my building. It was the size of a single prison cell. And my mother Ann was standing next to me. I had followed her out of the house to make sure she was okay.

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